Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dear as the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black culture's
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn't they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy,
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers
And prayers that I say I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I'm glad to go
For death is no dream
And 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 in the deep of my heart
Deep
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday