dimecres, 15 d’octubre del 2014

Gloomy Sunday - Sarah McLachlan

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  1. 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.

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