Sunday is gloomy,nMy hours are slumberlessnDearest the shadowsnI live with are numberlessnLittle white flowersnWill never awaken younNot where the black coach ofnsorrow has taken younAngels have no thoughtsnOf ever returning younWouldn’t they be angrynIf I thought of joining you?nn...Gloomy... sunday...nnGloomy is sunday,nWith shadows I spend in allnMy heart and inHave decided to end it allnSoon there’ll be flowersnAnd prayers that are sad I knownlet them not weepnLet them know that I’m glad to gonDeath is no dreamnFor in death I’m caressing younWith the last breath of my soulnI’ll be blessing younn...Gloomy... sunday...