Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn't they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy is sunday,
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' you

Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you

English translation: Suicidal Sunday