Sunday gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dear as the shadows I live with numberless 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 there'll be candles prayers that I say I know But let them not weep Let them know That I'm glad go For death is no 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 Deep Darling I hope That my dream never haunted My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday