Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
There the white flowers can never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Gloomy sunday, my hours I spend the most
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and friends that are sad I know
Let them not weep but 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 soul
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
