Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless There the white flowers can never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Gloomy sunday, my hours I spend the most My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and friends that are sad I know Let them not weep but 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 soul Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday