Текст песни Sinead O'Connor - Gloomy Sunday
Sinead O'Connor - Gloomy Sunday слова песни
Текст песни Sinead O'Connor - Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,My hours are slumberless,Dearest the shadowsI live with are numberlessLittle white flowers willnever awaken youNot where the black coachof sorrow has taken you( )Angels have no thought ofever returning youWould they be angryif I thought of joining youGloomy Sunday.Sunday is gloomywith shadows I spend it allMy heart and I havedecided to end it allSoon there'll be flowersand prayers that are sad,I know, let them not weep,let then knowthat I'm glad to goDeath is no dream,for in death I'm caressing youWith the last breath of mysoul I'll be blessing youGloomy SundayDreamingI was only dreaming