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 thoughts   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 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   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 never haunted you   My heart is telling you   How much I wanted you   Gloomy Sunday