| Song | Gloomy Sunday |
| Artist | Branford Marsalis |
| Album | Eternal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| gloomy sunday | |
| Sinead O’connor | |
| zzb 制作 | |
| 2006 2.20 | |
| Sunday is Gloomy, | |
| My hours are slumberless, | |
| Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless | |
| Little white flowers will never awaken you | |
| Not where 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 | |
| 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 are | |
| sad I know let them not weep, | |
| Death is no dream, | |
| Let them know that I’m glad to go | |
| 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 wake and I find you | |
| Asleep in the deep of | |
| My heart | |
| Dear | |
| Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you | |
| My heart is telling you how much I wanted you | |
| Gloomy Sunday | |
| End |
| gloomy sunday | |
| Sinead O' connor | |
| zzb zhi zuo | |
| 2006 2. 20 | |
| Sunday is Gloomy, | |
| My hours are slumberless, | |
| Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless | |
| Little white flowers will never awaken you | |
| Not where 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 | |
| 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 are | |
| sad I know let them not weep, | |
| Death is no dream, | |
| Let them know that I' m glad to go | |
| 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 wake and I find you | |
| Asleep in the deep of | |
| My heart | |
| Dear | |
| Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you | |
| My heart is telling you how much I wanted you | |
| Gloomy Sunday | |
| End |
| gloomy sunday | |
| Sinead O' connor | |
| zzb zhì zuò | |
| 2006 2. 20 | |
| Sunday is Gloomy, | |
| My hours are slumberless, | |
| Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless | |
| Little white flowers will never awaken you | |
| Not where 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 | |
| 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 are | |
| sad I know let them not weep, | |
| Death is no dream, | |
| Let them know that I' m glad to go | |
| 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 wake and I find you | |
| Asleep in the deep of | |
| My heart | |
| Dear | |
| Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you | |
| My heart is telling you how much I wanted you | |
| Gloomy Sunday | |
| End |