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in the forest.
They met when the time came, it was a
decree of fate.
The free bird cries, 'O my love, let us fly to the
wood.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Come hither, let us
both live in the cage.'
Says the free bird, 'Among bars, where is there
room to spread one's wings?'
'Alas,' cries the caged bird, 'I should not know
where to sit perched in the sky.'
The free bird cries, 'My darling, sing the songs of
the woodlands.'
The cage bird sings, 'Sit by my side, I'll teach
you the speech of the learned.'
The forest bird cries, 'No, ah no! songs can
never be taught.'
The cage bird says, 'Alas for me, I know not the
songs of the woodlands.'
There love is intense with longing, but they
never can fly wing to wing.
Through the bars of the cage they look, and
vain is their wish to know each other.
They flutter their wings in yearning, and sing,
'Come closer, my love!'
The free bird cries, 'It cannot be, I fear the
closed doors of the cage.'
The cage bird whispers, 'Alas, my wings are
powerless and dead.'
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.
Gloomy is sunday
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
let then know
that I'm glad to go
Death is no 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 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.