Gitane DeMone - Gloomy Sunday Lyrics

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 caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday