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 dark coach of sorrow has taken you. angels in heaven have no thought of ever returning you. would they be angry if i thought of joining you?
Tho the rumors about the suicides this song inspired are largly urban legend, the writer's own self-inflicted demise was spectacular. According to Wikipedia: "In January 1968, Rezső Seress, the original composer, committed suicide in Budapest; he survived jumping out of a window, but later in the hospital choked himself to death with a wire." Now THAT'S despair!
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...