Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless.

Sunday is gloomyMy hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadowsI live with are numberless

Little white flowersWill never awaken you

Not where the black coachOf sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thoughtOf ever returning you

Would they be angryIf I thought of joining youGloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomyWith shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have decidedTo end it all

Soon there'll be flowers and prayersThat are said I know

But let them not weepLet them knowThat I'm glad to go

Death is no dreamFor in death I'm caressing you

With thI'll be blessing youe last breath of my soul

Gloomy Sunday

DreamingI was only dreaming

I wake and I find you asleepIn the deep of my heart dear

Darling I hopeThat my dream never haunted you

My heart is telling youHow much I wanted you

Gloomy SundayGloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday