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
taken you Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday, gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday
Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday
, come on take the sun off the shelf 'Cause it's too gloomy Ooh well it's so gloomy Oooh flowers should be blooming Oooh but it's so gloomy Well it's so gloomy
hours I'm alone more than I ever would have thought still a lot to keep in mind more than I ever could have known Ohoh, gloomy love of mine Ohoh, hidden
a gloomy sky From a gloomy sky Well, the rains keeps falling from a gloomy sky Well, the rains keeps falling from a gloomy sky From a gloomy sky Don
sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Gloomy is Sunday With
taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy, with shadows
that my dream hasn't haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday It's absolutely gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday
Destroyed monuments and strange sounds, a frightening sunbeam overshadow the screams of despair, roaming at the endless plains of grief, hiding from a
is the same in both worlds, and mournful toll of a far bell, shoots in my mind terrible sensations, I'm plunging on the gloomy labyrinth of dementia
out gloomy Some people count your money Someone is countin' your days And somebody got to keep track of your mind When everything turns out gloomy
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 is Sunday
Gloomy sunday, Sombre dimanche, Les bras tout charges de fleurs, Je suis entre dans notre chambre le coeur las, Quand je savais deja que tu ne reviendrais
here Darling, I hope that my dream Never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday Sunday
don't blame it on the logbooks 'Cause I know they stray Like all the cars in NY Like all the lights on New Year Like all these gloomy planets You know