Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberlessDearest the shadows, I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken youNot where the black coach of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of ever returning youWould they be angry if I thought of joining youGloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it allMy heart and I have decided to end it allSoon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I knowLet them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to goDeath is no dream, for in death I'm caressing youWith the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing youGloomy Sunday
DreamingI was only dreamingI wake and I find you asleepIn the deep of my heart, dear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted youMy heart is telling you how much I wanted youGloomy Sunday