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 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 d**h is no dream for in d**h I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you. Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you. You know my love of dreams. (Dream dream dream...)