Текст песни Пётр Лещенко - Мрачное Воскресение

Gloomy Sunday , decorated with roses,
Cried , prayed and dark eyes ,
Heart excited waiting for you in the room :
To live without one you can not be me ,
Tears rain poured my mouth .
Wind sobbed requiem songs ...
Gloomy Sunday .
Gloomy Sunday , you hurry to me ,
Candles in a coffin , you have time to burn out ,
The poor heart is not beating in my breast ,
The eyelids , like a candle , waiting for caress of your hand ,
The dead eyes you prochtёsh consolation
I say goodbye to you, my resurrection ...
Gloomy Sunday .