Текст песни D. G. — The Hungarian Suicide Song

Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
with flowers in my arms
all the dream has created
I waited till dreams,
like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead
and the words were unspoken
The grief that I know
was beyond all consoling
the beat of my heart
was a bell that was tolling

Saddest of Sundays

Then came a Sunday
when you came to find me
they bore me to church
and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see
what I wanted to love me
the earth and the flowers
are forever above me
The bell tolled for me
and the wind whispered ''Never!''
but you I have loved
and I'll bless you forever

Last of all Sundays