Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless 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 thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you? Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy, with shadows 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 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
