Realmente, a Gloomy Sunday na voz da Björk é extremamente linda e triste ao mesmo tempo:
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 returinng 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 candels will be lit, I know
Let them not weap, let them know,that I'm glad to go
Death is a dream, for in death im 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 hasnt haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
its absolutely gloomy sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday
às vezes me sinto assim. triste. e que parece que não terá mais nada que valha a pena. mas "a estrada vai além do que se vê", e é preciso força, muita força pra sonhar e perceber isso.
A música faz parte de todos os momentos da minha vida. Ainda bem, senão não saberia como reagir a certas pedras que aparecem em nossos caminhos.
