Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dear the shadows I live with are Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black culture's Sorrow has you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry If I of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have decided to end it all Soon be candles And prayers that I say I know But let them not weep Let them know I'm glad to go For death is dream And in death I'm caressing you With the last Breath of soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming I awake and I find You asleep in the deep of my heart Deep Darling hope That my never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday