Gloomy Sundy by Nick Barkow

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 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.


憂黯星期天，你的夜已不遠，
與黑影分享我的孤寂，
閉上雙眼，就見孤寂千百度，
我無法成眠，然孤寂穩穩而眠，
告訴天使，別留我於此，
我亦隨你同行，
憂黯星期天，

孤寂星期天，我度過無數，
今日我將行向漫漫長夜，
蠟燭隨即點燃，燭煙燻濕雙眼，
毋需哭泣，吾友。