Gloomy Sunday Lyrics - Black Sea - Army Of Mice

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! 

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 

Death is no 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 wake and I find you 

asleep in the deep of 

my heart dear