Gloomy sunday

(Tradução e adaptação de Sam Lewis sobre a canção húngara escrita por László Jávor e musicada pelo compositor Reszó Seress em 1933. Essa versão foi gravada por Billie Holiday em 1941)



Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad 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

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you