(Source: Am I Not Your Girl?)
| Sunday is gloomy, |
| My hours are numberless. |
| Dearest, the shadows |
| I live with are numberless. |
| Little white flowers will |
| Never awaken you, |
| Not where the black coach |
| Of sorrow have taken you. |
| Angels have no thought of |
| Ever returning you. |
| Would they be angry |
| If I thought of joining you? |
| Gloomy Sunday. |
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| Gloomy is Sunday. With |
| 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. |
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| Death is no dream, |
| For in death I'm caressing you. |
| With the last breat of my |
| Soul I'll be blessing you. |
| |
| Gloomy Sunday. |
| Dreaming. |
| I wans only dreaming. |
| I wake and I find you |
| Asleep in the deep of |
| My heart, dear. |
| |
| Dreaming. |
| It was lonely dreaming. |
| I felt my heart melt |
| When I dreamt that |
| We two were apart, |
| Far apart, far apart, |
| Far apart. |
| Darling, I hope that my dream |
| Never haunted you. |
| My heart is telling you |
| How much I wanted you. |
| Gloomy Sunday. |
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