Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Shadows my dear
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Could never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
My hours I have spent them all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Yes, there'll be candles
And friends will be sad, I know
Please tell them not weep
Let them know I'd be glad to go
Gloomy Sunday
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you
Last of all Sundays
