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    死亡之曲 Gloomy Sunday

    Music by Rezso Seress

    Original Text by Laszlo Javor

    English Text by Sam M. Lewis

    dead

    sunday is gloomy,

    my hours are slumberless,

    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

    sunday is gloomy

    with shadows i spend it all

    my heart and i have decided to end it all

    soon there'll be flowers 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 ofmy heart

    dear

    darling i hope that my dream never haunted you

    my heart is telling you how much i wanted you

    gloomy sunday

    Angel

    Angel
        ----by Sarah McLachlan
     
    angel
     

    Spend all your time waiting

    for that second chance

    for a break that would make it okay

    there's always one reason

    to feel not good enough

    and it's hard at the end of the day

    I need some distraction

    oh beautiful release

    memory seeps from my veins

    let me be empty

    and weightless and maybe

    I'll find some peace tonight

    in the arms of an angel

    fly away from here

    from this dark cold hotel room

    and the endlessness that you fear

    you are pulled from the wreckage

    of your silent reverie

    you're in the arms of the angel

    may you find some comfort there

    so tired of the straight line

    and everywhere you turn

    there's vultures and thieves at your back 

    and the storm keeps on twisting

    you keep on building the lie

    that you make up for all that you lack

    it don't make no difference

    escaping one last time

    it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh

    this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

    in the arms of an angel

    fly away from here

    from this dark cold hotel room

    and the endlessness that you fear

    you are pulled from the wreckage

    of your silent reverie

    you're in the arms of the angel

    may you find some comfort there

    you're in the arms of the angel

    may you find some comfort here