Paroles de Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,my hours are slumberless.
Dearest the shadows
I live with numberless.
Little white flowers
will never awaken you.
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you.
Gloomy Sunday
will never awaken you.
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you.
Gloomy Sunday
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