Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dear as the shadows live with are numberless Little white flowers never awaken you Not where the black culture's Sorrow has taken you Angels no thoughts Of ever returning you Wouldn't they be angry If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday, with shadows I spend all My heart and I Have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles prayers that I say I know let them not 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 my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was dreaming I awake and I find You asleep the deep of my heart Deep Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday