Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live without numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon they'll be candles and prayers that are said I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
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