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 said I know

Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go


Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul

I'll be blessin' you