Gloomy Sunday - Eivør, J2

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

Angels have no thought of ever returning you

Would they be angry if I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday

Sunday’s gloomy, with shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have decided to end it all

Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers will be said, I know

But let them not weep, let them know that I’m glad to go

Death is no dream 'cause in death I’m caressing you

With the last breath of my heart I’ll be blessing you

Oh, Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy, so gloomy

Gloomy, gloomy

So dark

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday

Oh gloomy

Gloomy Sunday

A shadow

I spend it all

Gloomy Sunday