Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless   Dearest of 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 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 a 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 awake and I find you asleep and deep in my heart dear   Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you   My heart is telling you how much I wanted you      Gloomy Sunday   It's absolutely gloomy Sunday   Gloomy Sunday