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 thoughts
  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 candles
  And prayers that are said I know
  But 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 here
  Darling I hope
  That my dream never haunted you
  My heart is telling you
  How much I wanted you
  
  Gloomy Sunday