Gloomy Sunday Songtext
von Christian Death

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


Sunday is gloomy,
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 said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn′t they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I′ll be blessin′ you

Gloomy Sunday