Gloomy Sunday Songtext
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Gloomy Sunday Songtext
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
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
Writer(s): Rezso Seress, Laszlo Javor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
