Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberlessDearest the shadows I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken youNot where black coaches of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of never returning youWould they be angry if I thought of joining you?Gloomy SundayGloomy is Sunday, darkness I spend it allMy heart and I have decided to end it allSoon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad I knowDon't let them weep let them know that I'm glad to goDeath is no dream for in death I'm caressing youWith the last beat of my heart I'll be blessing youGloomy Sunday