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 then 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.