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 takenyou

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

Ihave decided to end it all

Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers

That are said I know

But let them not weep

Let themknow 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。　

Dreaming

I was only dreaming

I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart dear

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday。