Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberness
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 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


Yes, Sunday is gloomy,
Our hours are slumberness
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless

Gloomy Sunday.