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