Текст Elvis Costello – 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 when the black coach of sorrow has taken you

Gloomy is Sunday, 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 am caressing you
With the last breath of my heart 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, deep
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday