Gloomy Sunday [English translation]

Dark Sunday

Arms full of flowers

I entered our room

My heart was wary because I already knew

That you would not come back

And I swung words of love and pain

I stayed all alone like a poor bastard

And I cried all over

Listening to hear the complaint of frost

(Gloomy sunday)

I will die a sunday where I would have suffered too much

So you'll come back but I'll be gone

Virgins will burn like ardent hope

And for you without effort, my eyes will be open

Do not be afraid of my love if they can not see you

They will tell you that I loved you more than my life

(Gloomy sunday)

I will die a sunday where I would have suffered too much

So you'll come back but I'll be gone

Virgins will burn like ardent hope

And for you without effort, my eyes will be open

Do not be afraid of my love if they can not see you

They will tell you that I loved you more than my life

(Gloomy sunday)

• Artist:Serge Gainsbourg