Saddest of Sundays

Esta música pode ser mórbida e triste. Porém, foi ela que me inspirou em muitas obras e me ajudou a atravessar dificeis fases da minha vida. Leiam (e ouçam) com o espírito aberto e encontrarão um significado. Apesar de ser uma estranha forma de começar um blog, aqui vai ela...

Gloomy Sunday
Sadly one Sunday
I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms
All the dream has created
I wait '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 bless you forever

Last of all Sundays