Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?Gloomy SundaySunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it allSoon there'll be flowers and prayers that are said I know
Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to goDeath is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing youGloomy SundayDreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heartDarling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted youGloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday