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   And 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   Gloomy Sunday   Gloomy Sunday      Sunday   Sunday   Sunday   ...