Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not when 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 flowers and prayers that are sad, I know

Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you

With the last breath of my heart 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, deep

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday