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 them know I was 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
Darling I hope that
My dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
