Текст песни Portishead - Gloomy Sunday

gloomy Sunday afternoon , roses decorated
cried and prayed I languid eyes ,
heart anxious waiting for you in a room
live alone without you I can not be
tears rain poured my mouth
wind sobbed requiem songs
gloomy Sunday

gloomy Sunday afternoon , you're in a hurry to me
candles in a coffin , you have time to burn itself out ,
poor heart is not beating in my chest
eyelids, like candles , waiting for petting your hand
in the eyes of the dead you read consolation
say goodbye to you, my resurrection
gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless
Dearest of shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the dark 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, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be prayers and candles are lit, I know
Let them not weep, let them know, that I'm glad to go

Death is a 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 awake and I find you asleep and deep in my arms
Dear ...
Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday
It's absolutely gloomy sunday
Gloomy Sunday