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