Enjoy!
Song for a gloomy Sunday:
On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers, I
awaited for you my dear with a church prayer, That dream chasing Sunday
morning, The chariot of my sadness returned without you,
Ever since then, Sundays are always sad, tears are my drink bread is my sorrow... Sad Sunday.
Last Sunday dear please come along, There will even be priest, coffin, catafalque, hearse-cloth. Even then flowers will be awaiting you, Flowers and coffin under blossoming (flowering in Hungarian) trees my journey shall be the last, My eyes will be open, so that I can see you one more time, Don't be frightened from my eyes as I'm blessing you even in my death... Last Sunday."
Ever since then, Sundays are always sad, tears are my drink bread is my sorrow... Sad Sunday.
Last Sunday dear please come along, There will even be priest, coffin, catafalque, hearse-cloth. Even then flowers will be awaiting you, Flowers and coffin under blossoming (flowering in Hungarian) trees my journey shall be the last, My eyes will be open, so that I can see you one more time, Don't be frightened from my eyes as I'm blessing you even in my death... Last Sunday."
Next, watch this video version of the song and then
explain it to me if you don’t kill yourself first:
Another version in English:
"Gloomy Sunday" was first recorded in
English by Hal Kemp in 1936, with lyrics by Sam M. Lewis, and was recorded the
same year by Paul Robeson, with lyrics by Desmond Carter. It became well known
throughout much of the English-speaking world after the release of a version by
Billie Holiday in 1941. Lewis's lyrics referred to suicide, and the record
label described it as the "Hungarian Suicide Song". There is a
recurring urban legend that claims that many people committed suicide with this
song playing.
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