Sunday is Glommy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest ,the shadows 2 live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no though to feverre turning you would they be angry it Iwith shadows I spend it all thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers that are esad, I know, but 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 A sleep in 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