Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dear as the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black culture's has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever you Wouldn't they be angry If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have decided to end all Soon there'll be candles And prayers that I say I know But let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad go For is no 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 deep of my heart Deep Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I you Gloomy Sunday