歌词
Sunday is gloomy; my hours are slumber-less
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