Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dear as shadows I live with are numberless Little flowers Will 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 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 say I know But 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
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