Gloomy Sunday — Bjork

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 arms 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