Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberless
dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
little white flowers will never awaken you,
not where the dark coach of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought of ever returning you
would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
gloomy sunday

Gloomy sunday, with shadows I spend it all
my heart and I have decided to end it all
soon there'll be prayers and candles are lit, I know
let them not weep, let them know, that I'm glad to go

Death is a dream, for in death I'm caressing you
with the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you
gloomy sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep on deep in my heart, dear

Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted you
my heart is telling you how much I wanted you
gloomy sunday

It's absolutely gloomy sunday