Eivör, J2 - Gloomy Sunday

Sunday's gloomy, my hours of slumber ends Dearest the shadows are living our memories Little white flowers will never awake you Not when the blackwood 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 Sunday's gloomy, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers will be said I know But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream cause in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my heart I'll be blessing you Oh, gloomy Sunday Oh, oh Oh, oh Gloomy So gloomy Gloomy Gloomy So dark Ah Gloomy Sunday Ah Gloomy Sunday Oh Oh Oh gloomy Gloomy Sunday Oh Gloomy Sunday A shadow I spend it all Mm, mm Gloomy Sunday