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