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 dark coach
Of sorrow has taken you

Sunday is gloomy
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
Let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

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