Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumber less Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the dark lord of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be furious if I thought of joining you
Sunday is gloomy With shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all
Hear my silent screams Hear my mourning, see my dreams Feel the sadness in me – it’s making me mad Feel the suffering in me – my thoughts are bad
Soon there’ll be prayers And candles are lit I know Let them not weep Let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream For in death I’m caressing you With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you
I hope that my dream never hunted you My soul is telling me how much I longed for you Darkness surrounds me in cruel silence And so my end is now to come
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