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 thoughts 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 flowers and prayers that are sad, I know Let them not weep, Let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream, for death I am caressing you With the last breath of my heart 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, deep Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday