Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will never awaken you

Not where black coaches of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought of never returning you

Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday, darkness I spend it all

My heart and I have decided to end it all

Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad I know

Don't let them weep let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you

With the last beat of my heart I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday