Lyrics:

Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumber-less
Dearest, the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday
In shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And tears that are shed 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