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
Gloomy is Sunday
with shadows
I spend it all
My heart and I
have decided to
end it all
Soon there'll be candles
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
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