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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Gloomy Sunday}}</noinclude> | ||
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless<br> | |||
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless | Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless<br> | ||
Little white flowers will never awaken you<br> | |||
Little white flowers will never awaken you | Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you<br> | ||
Angels have no thought of ever returning you<br> | |||
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you | Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?<br> | ||
Gloomy Sunday<br> | |||
Angels have no thought of ever returning you | <br> | ||
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all<br> | |||
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? | My heart and I have decided to end it all<br> | ||
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know<br> | |||
Gloomy Sunday | Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go<br> | ||
Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you<br> | |||
With the last breath of my heart I'll be blessing you<br> | |||
Gloomy Sunday<br> | |||
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all | <br> | ||
Dreaming, I was only dreaming<br> | |||
My heart and I have decided to end it all | I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear<br> | ||
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Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know | Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you<br> | ||
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you<br> | |||
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go | Gloomy Sunday<br> | ||
Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you | |||
With the last breath of my heart 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 | |||
Latest revision as of 21:40, 18 May 2009
Gloomy Sunday
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
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you
With the last breath of my heart 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
