Laszlo Javor - Gloomy Sunday lyrics

rate me

I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer

A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams

The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you

It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad

Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...

Gloomy Sunday

This last Sunday, my darling please come to me

There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet

There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin

Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey

My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time

Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...

The last Sunday