Rob Coffinshaker - Gloomy Sunday | Текст песни

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Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers can 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 were to 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 sad I know
Why should they cry when they know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my heart I am blessing you.

Gloomy Sunday

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