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 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 candels   and prayers that are sad,   I know, let them not weep,   let then 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   dear      Darling I hope that my dream   never haunted you   My heart is telling you   how much I wanted you   Gloomy Sunday.