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've 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
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