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 Thought Of Ever Returning You


Would They Be Angry If I Thought Of Joining You


Gloomy Sunday


Sunday Is Gloomy


With Shadows I Spend It 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


Dreaming


I Was Only Dreaming


I Wake And I Find You


Asleep In The Deep Of


My Heart


Dear


Darling I Hope That My Dream Never Haunted You


My Heart Is Telling You How Much I Wanted You


Gloomy Sunday