Gloomy Sunday

Diamanda Galás

Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the dream has created
I waited 'til 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

And a sensual neglect will come at the end.

 

Friday 3 am

A blue Saturday fever and a Sunday without sadness.

You avoid your heart and blow up your head,

And in your voice, just a pale goodbye

And the watch in your wrist stroke the three.

 

The dream of a sun and a sea and a dangerous life

Changing the bitter for honey and the grey city for roses

It does you good, as it does you wrong

It makes you hate, as it makes you love and more.

 

You changed of time and love, music and ideas

You changed of sex and God, color and frontiers

But in essence, you won't change anything else

And a sensual neglect will come at the end.

 

And you take the tube to your head pressing the teeth

And you close your eyes and you see all the sea in spring

Bang, bang, bang, dead leaves that fall,

Always the same, those who can't go on will leave.