Gloomy Sunday, not long until evening …
In dark shadow, my loneliness grieving
Eye closed, and before me you go
But you sleep, and I wait for morrow
I see figures, and send you this plea:
Tell the angel to leave room for me
Gloomy Sunday ...
So many Sundays, alone in the shadows
I will go now with night, wherever it goes
Eye glisten as candles burn bright
Weep not, friends, my burden is light
With a last breath I return to my home
Safe in the land of the shadows I roam
Gloomy Sunday …
