黑色星期天歌词
《GLOOMY SUNDAY》
Sunday is Glommy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest ,the shadows 2 live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no though to feverre turning you
would they be angry it Iwith shadows I spend it all
thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers that are esad,
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
A sleep in deep of
My heart
Dear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
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