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 black coach of sorrow has taken you, has taken you Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you Would they be angry if I, if I thought of joining you?
Oooohh, Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy Dark shadows spill 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 was glad to go, I was 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 you
Oooohh, Gloomy Sunday
Death is no dream and in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
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