Sunday is gloomy,
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little wite flowers

Will never awaken you
Not where the black coaches

Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldnt 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 therell be candles

And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that Im glad to go
Death is no dream

For in death Im caressin you
With the last breath of my soul
Ill be blessin you

Gloomy sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is tellin you
How much I wanted you

Gloomy sunday

(Carter / s. lewis / r. seress).

                           To bardzo stary, żeby nie powiedzieć wprost legendarny utwór, który doczekał się naprawdę wielu interpretacji. Mnie najbardziej podoba się chyba ta. Świetnie działa jako „dosmucacz”.