Gloomy sunday
Sarah McLachlan
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 I say I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
For death is no dream
And in death I'm caressing you
With the last
Breath of my soul
I'll be blessing 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 I say I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
For death is no dream
And in death I'm caressing you
With the last
Breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Izvajalec: Sarah McLachlan