歌词:
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberness.
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.
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you.
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Gloomy Sunday.
星期天是忧郁的，我的房子沉静了，
我亲爱的，和我在一起的影子无穷尽。
那些小白花从来不吵醒你。
悲哀的黑色四轮马车带走了你。
天使从来都没有想过让你回到我身边。
如果我想和你在一起，他们是否会生气？
忧郁的星期天。
星期天是忧郁的，我只能和影子在一起，
我的心和我将决定要结束这一切，
我知道马上就会有蜡烛和悲伤的祷告，
死亡不是梦，因为在死亡里，我亲抚着你；
在我灵魂的最后一口气，我将为你祷告！
忧郁的星期天。
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