Gloomy Monday

Monday 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 Monday.

Gloomy is monday

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 then 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

Gloomy Monday