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

Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is Gloomy

My hours 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

Let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream

For in death I'm caressin' you

With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you

Gloomy Sunday