Gloomy Sunday

Sunday's gloomy
My hours of slumber ends
Dearest the shadows
Are living our memories

Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not when the blackwood 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 Sunday

Sunday's gloomy
With shadows, I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be flowers
And prayers will be said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream
'Cause in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my heart
I'll be blessing you
Oh, gloomy Sunday

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Gloomy
So gloomy
Gloomy, gloomy
So dark, ahh
Gloomy Sunday, ahh
Gloomy Sunday

Oh, gloomy
Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday
A shadow
I spend it all
Mmh, mm-mm-mmh

Gloomy Sunday