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,

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

Dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday