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