'' Gloomy Sunday hundreds of white flowers waiting for you my dear, church prayer dreams chasing Sunday morning, sorrow chariot without you came back;. Since then sad always on Sunday, easier just to drink, bread of sorrow ... Last Sunday, my dear, come out, there will be a priest coffin, hearse, funeral shroud even flowers for you, and - a coffin, during the last trip flowering trees;. will open my eyes to see you again, do not be afraid of szememtől, I will bless him dead too ... ' "
"Gloomy Sunday"
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
