Sunday is 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 taken you Angels have no thoughts ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry If I thought of joining
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have to end it all Soon there'll 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 no dream And in I'm caressing you With the last Breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
I was only dreaming I awake and I find You asleep in the deep of my heart Deep Darling I my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday