GLOOMY SUNDAY (Hungarian Suicide Song)

GLOOMY SUNDAY

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 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 prayer that are sad, I know,
let them not weep,
let them know, that I’m glad to go

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

Dreaming, I was only dreaming,
I wake and I find ,you asleep
in the deep of my heart dear,

Dreaming, it was lonely dreaming
I felt my heart melt when I thought that we two were apart
far apart far apart far apart

Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn’t haunted you
my heart is telling you,
how much I wanted you,,,,

Gloomy Sunday

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I was a bit intrigued when Elise told me about this song. According to urban legends, this song caused a number of people to commit suicide.  This song was originally written in Hungarian but was later translated into English.

~ by 32flavors on December 11, 2007.