Gloomy Sunday

This is the so called hungarian suicide anthem. Many people quoted the passages of this song in their suicide letters so it came to be called as such. Used to be a favorite of mine but sometimes, I still feel the urge to listen to it. Dont read this if you are depressed.

Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where that dark 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 Sunday... Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
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 a dream, for in death I'm carresing you
With the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday... Dreaming- I was only dreaming
I awake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here-
Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday...
It's absolutely gloomy Sunday... Sunday...