Текст песни Sinead O`Connor - Gloomy Sunday
Sinead O`Connor - Gloomy Sunday слова песни
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 youAngels 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 candlesand prayers are said,I know, let them not weep,let them 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 dreamingI wake and I find youasleep in the deep ofmy heart dearDarling I hope that my dreamnever haunted youMy heart is telling youhow much I wanted youGloomy Sunday.