Letras: Bjork. Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless
Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the dark 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 Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be prayers and candles are lit, I know
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is a dream, for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I awake and I find you asleep and deep in my heart dear
Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday
It's absolutely gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday