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Clatter, crash, clack!
Racket, bang, thump!
Rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam!
It's music! - Now dance!
Listen, Cvalda
You're the dancer
You've got the sparkle in your eyes
Look at me, entrancer!
Clatter, crash, clack...
The clatter-machines
They greet you and say:
"We tap out a rhythm and sweep you away!"
A clatter-machine
What a magical sound
A room full of noises
That spins you around...
Darling Selma
Look who's dancing
Faster than a shooting star!
Cvalda's here!
Cvalda sings...
Clatter, crash, clack...
The clatter-machines
They greet you, and say:
"We tap out a rhythm and sweep you away!"
A clatter-machine!
What a magical sound!
A room full of noises
That spins us around
It spins us around
It spins us around
It spins us around...
Sunday is gloomy
the hours are slumberless
dearest, the 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 is 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 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 here
Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn't haunted you
my heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
