Žodžiai dainai: Emilie Autumn. Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of
sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn?t they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

...Gloomy... sunday...

Gloomy is sunday,
With shadows I spend in all
My heart and i
Have decided to end it all
Soon there?ll be flowers
And prayers that are sad I know
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...