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