Gloomy Sunday (Jamie Berry Remix)

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumberless

Dearest, the shadows

I live with are numberless

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where that black coach

Of sorrow has taken you

It's a Gloomy Sunday...

Angels have no thought

Of ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you?

Soon there'll be candles

And prayers that are said, I know

Let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is a dream

For in death I'm caressing you

With the last breath of my soul

I'll be blessin' you

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday

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 said, I know

Let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Gloomy Sunday

It's a Gloomy Sunday...

One Gloomy Sunday