Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dear as the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never 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 of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart 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 death 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 the deep of my heart Deep I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How I wanted you Gloomy Sunday