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 Sunday.
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.
Gloomy Sunday.
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of my heart, dear.
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy Sunday.....
"Gloomy Sunday" by Rezső Seress (Billie Holiday version)
Photographs by Ian Tri Hananto
© 2015 Ian Tri Hananto
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