Sunday is gloomyMy hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadowsI live with are numberless
Little white flowersWill never awaken you
Not where the black coachOf sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughtOf ever returning you
Would they be angryIf I thought of joining youGloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomyWith shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decidedTo end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayersThat are said I know
But let them not weepLet them knowThat I'm glad to go
Death is no dreamFor in death I'm caressing you
With thI'll be blessing youe last breath of my soul
DreamingI was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleepIn the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hopeThat my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling youHow much I wanted you
Gloomy SundayGloomy Sunday