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 
 
 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 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'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