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 candles and prayers
That are said I know, But 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
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