Sunday is gloomymy hours are slumberless
Dearestthe shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sundaywith shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there ll be flowers and prayers that are sadI know
Let them not weeplet them know that I m glad to go
Death is no dreamfor in death I am caressing you
With the last breath of my heart I ll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
DreamingI was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heartdeep
DarlingI hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
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