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 when 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
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday's gloomy, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers will be said, I know
But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream 'cause in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my heart I'll be blessing you
Oh, Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy, so gloomy
Gloomy, gloomy
So dark

Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Oh gloomy
Gloomy Sunday

A shadow
I spend it all
Gloomy Sunday