Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy on shadows, I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday
Death is no dream for in death I'm carressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy SundayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
