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