Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coaches Sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts 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 said I know But let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream For in death I'm caressin' you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessin' you