Sunday is gloomy

The hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadows

I live with are numberless


Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the dark 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 prayers

And candles are lit 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 


Dreaming, I was only dreaming

I wake and I find you asleep

In the deep of my heart here


Darling I hope

That my dream hasn't haunted you

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you


Gloomy Sunday

is absolutely Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday

...Sunday