RIP
Szomorú Vasárnap (Hungarian)- Gloomy Sunday
Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the 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?
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 caressing you
With the last breath of my soul, I’ll be blessing you
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I awake and I find you asleep and deep in my heart
Dear…
Darling, I hope that my dream hasn’t haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
