Mysterious Song
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While im talking to my "girl" friend she mentioned the Gloomy Sunday song, I never heard of it and she said its a cursed song and I became interested. A cursed Song for real? yun ang naisip ko. Nag search ako and I found out that it has many version but the original was made by Rezso Seress a Hungarian self taught pianist and composer, and it was written in 1933. As the song came to public it quickly earned its reputation as a "Hungarian Suicide Song" hmm quite interesting and I found out why it became Hungarian suicide song, its because many people commited suicide after hearing the song, some people hanged themselves while leaving a piece of paper with some lyrics of gloomy sunday or some with two words "Gloomy sunday" written on it. Some people jump to a well while clutching a copy of gloomy sunday lyrics. Some people blew their head after hearing a band playing the suicide song. Many claim that broken romances are the true causes of these suicides. However, this is debatable. For instance, one man jumped to his death from a seventh story window followed by the wailing strains of "Gloomy Sunday". He was over 80 years old! In contrast to this, a 14 year old girl drowned herself while clutching a copy of "The Suicide Song". Perhaps the strongest of all was the case of an errand boy in Rome, who, having heard a beggar humming the tune, parked his cycle, walked over to the beggar, gave him all his money, and then sought his death in the waters beneath a nearby bridge.
The death toll keep on rising thats why the country(Hungary) ban it from broadcasting and the U.S. network also followed too. but still the recording of the song continues and people keep on buying them and suicide keep on occuring too. The composer, Rezso Seress was as bewildered as the rest of the world. Although he wrote the song on the breakup of his own romance, he never dreamed of the results which would follow. However, as fate would have it, not even Seress could escape the song's strange effects. When questioned as to just what he had in mind when he wrote the song, Seress replied, "I stand in the midst of this deadly success as an accused man. This fatal fame hurts me. I cried all of the disappointments of my heart into this song, and it seems that others with feelings like mine have found their own hurt in it.". In 1968 Rezso Seress commited suicide, he jumped to his death from his flat.
Im curious and downloaded the mp3 song of Gloomy Sunday. I think I never heard it before and I want to hear it.. im scared to listen alone lol maybe I will wait a little longer till my company arrive here. coz I have a broken romance too and it might affect me. baka mapossess ako =P.
According to the article I read the tune is strangely gripping, and the lyrics capture an odd longing for death. The sad and monotonous song easily entices one into feeling depressed. I wonder if its true...
until now a pianist today still sometimes plays Gloomy Sunday in the old popular Kis Pipa restaurant, the same place where the song's composer, Rezsô Seress, used to play it in the early 1930's.
Here are the lyric's, I did not included the Other version like spanish.. those with translations lang.. download the Mp3 by your own na lang if your interested to hear it..
*edited* I heard it and its quite disturbing.. I dont know why it became a hit in its year... I suggest not to listen to it alone.. but its just my opinion for me its creepy and it made my head heavy for unknown reason( maybe wala lang ako tulog).
The Lyrics by Rezso Seress
s z o m o r ú v a s á r n a p
Ôsz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek
Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet
Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az öszi szél
Szívem már új tavaszt nem vár és nem remél
Hiába sírok és hiába szenvedek
Szívtelen rosszak és kapzsik az emberek...
Meghalt a szeretet!
Vége a világnak, vége a reménynek
Városok pusztulnak, srapnelek zenélnek
Emberek vérétôl piros a tarka rét
Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét
Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat:
Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak...
Vége a világnak!
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
Other Lyrics...
By lászló jávor
Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal
Vártalak kedvesem templomi imával
Álmokat kergetô vasárnap délelôtt
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap
Könny csak az italom kenyerem a bánat...
Szomorú vasárnap
Utolsó vasárnap kedvesem gyere el
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel
Akkor is virág vár, virág és - koporsó
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó
Nyitva lesz szemem hogy még egyszer lássalak
Ne félj a szememtôl holtan is áldalak...
Utolsó vasárnap
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday
By Sam M. Lewis
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 SundayGloomy 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
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 SundayDreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
By Desmond Carter
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of SundaysThen came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
By A n g i Mm a r i a n i / Ll l o y d Ll e w e r y (incorp. Sam M. Lewis lyrics and Rezsô Seress translation)
Luck is what you make of it (Yeah, sure)
There's no such thing as good or bad luck
You've just gotta be positive (Yeah, sure)
If you're of a gloomy disposition
You will be unlucky you know (Yeah, sure)
I'm telling you, I was the happiest rapper in town
And now I'm gloomy 'cause I'm unlucky (I'm just angry)
I'm gloomySunday 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 thoughts of ever returning you (Never returning you)
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
(Would they be angry? Would they be angry? Would they be angry?)
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday (Yeah)
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all (I have decided to end it all)
Soon there'll be candles and prayers 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 (This isn't a dream)
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died, love has died
The world has come to its end
Hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended! (Gloomy Sunday)
Dreaming, I was only dreaming (not real, this is not real)
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
(we need to wake up, we need to go, we need to wake up, we need to go)
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
(that my dream never haunted you)
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
(how much I wanted you, yeah)
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday
What's gloomier than Gloomy Sunday, Eminemmygloom?
Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday
Hey it's not worth it
Sundays are forever sad
Why do you want to see flowers on your grave?
Why not enjoy them now?
Don't go hating
That don't please no-one
You're fine looking
You got brains
Why be gloomy?
It's kind of doomy
What'd you mean
Fuck off, who me?
If I'm saying the wrong things then sue me
But first you've gotta get back from the ledge
I know girl, I know you're on the edge
But just hold on
And I'm not religious neither, nor drunk
But you've gotta forgive yourself
And all the other suckers too
Else it might be better just to jump
I been there too man
Much higher building than this one
And some do-gooding ass said
Luck is what you make of it
You just gotta be positiveYou're gonna survive
Yeah
Sunday should be my day of peace
Sunday should be my day of rest
On the runway to say the least
And now's my time to stay in bed
'Cause I've forgotten more of them
Than I can care to remember
Outside the temperature is dropping
With the real air of December
You can't buckle it down
It's just the general Brighton mood
Some clubbers still walk the town
After a heavy old night on the booze
All I need is a mic and a booth
Plus a little more light in this room
Then I can try to resume
My eternal fight for the truth
Catch the omnibus
Hope I've got enough cash for roast dinner
Snuck up pretty quickMe and my lass
Cuddle up like old women
Not getting out of bed now
We'll just leave the phone ringing
Or maybe I should just spit a rap
And let the flows hit 'em
Or go with 'emOr stroll with 'em
While im talking to my "girl" friend she mentioned the Gloomy Sunday song, I never heard of it and she said its a cursed song and I became interested. A cursed Song for real? yun ang naisip ko. Nag search ako and I found out that it has many version but the original was made by Rezso Seress a Hungarian self taught pianist and composer, and it was written in 1933. As the song came to public it quickly earned its reputation as a "Hungarian Suicide Song" hmm quite interesting and I found out why it became Hungarian suicide song, its because many people commited suicide after hearing the song, some people hanged themselves while leaving a piece of paper with some lyrics of gloomy sunday or some with two words "Gloomy sunday" written on it. Some people jump to a well while clutching a copy of gloomy sunday lyrics. Some people blew their head after hearing a band playing the suicide song. Many claim that broken romances are the true causes of these suicides. However, this is debatable. For instance, one man jumped to his death from a seventh story window followed by the wailing strains of "Gloomy Sunday". He was over 80 years old! In contrast to this, a 14 year old girl drowned herself while clutching a copy of "The Suicide Song". Perhaps the strongest of all was the case of an errand boy in Rome, who, having heard a beggar humming the tune, parked his cycle, walked over to the beggar, gave him all his money, and then sought his death in the waters beneath a nearby bridge.
The death toll keep on rising thats why the country(Hungary) ban it from broadcasting and the U.S. network also followed too. but still the recording of the song continues and people keep on buying them and suicide keep on occuring too. The composer, Rezso Seress was as bewildered as the rest of the world. Although he wrote the song on the breakup of his own romance, he never dreamed of the results which would follow. However, as fate would have it, not even Seress could escape the song's strange effects. When questioned as to just what he had in mind when he wrote the song, Seress replied, "I stand in the midst of this deadly success as an accused man. This fatal fame hurts me. I cried all of the disappointments of my heart into this song, and it seems that others with feelings like mine have found their own hurt in it.". In 1968 Rezso Seress commited suicide, he jumped to his death from his flat.
Im curious and downloaded the mp3 song of Gloomy Sunday. I think I never heard it before and I want to hear it.. im scared to listen alone lol maybe I will wait a little longer till my company arrive here. coz I have a broken romance too and it might affect me. baka mapossess ako =P.
According to the article I read the tune is strangely gripping, and the lyrics capture an odd longing for death. The sad and monotonous song easily entices one into feeling depressed. I wonder if its true...
until now a pianist today still sometimes plays Gloomy Sunday in the old popular Kis Pipa restaurant, the same place where the song's composer, Rezsô Seress, used to play it in the early 1930's.
Here are the lyric's, I did not included the Other version like spanish.. those with translations lang.. download the Mp3 by your own na lang if your interested to hear it..
*edited* I heard it and its quite disturbing.. I dont know why it became a hit in its year... I suggest not to listen to it alone.. but its just my opinion for me its creepy and it made my head heavy for unknown reason( maybe wala lang ako tulog).
The Lyrics by Rezso Seress
s z o m o r ú v a s á r n a p
Ôsz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek
Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet
Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az öszi szél
Szívem már új tavaszt nem vár és nem remél
Hiába sírok és hiába szenvedek
Szívtelen rosszak és kapzsik az emberek...
Meghalt a szeretet!
Vége a világnak, vége a reménynek
Városok pusztulnak, srapnelek zenélnek
Emberek vérétôl piros a tarka rét
Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét
Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat:
Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak...
Vége a világnak!
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
Other Lyrics...
By lászló jávor
Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal
Vártalak kedvesem templomi imával
Álmokat kergetô vasárnap délelôtt
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap
Könny csak az italom kenyerem a bánat...
Szomorú vasárnap
Utolsó vasárnap kedvesem gyere el
Pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel
Akkor is virág vár, virág és - koporsó
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó
Nyitva lesz szemem hogy még egyszer lássalak
Ne félj a szememtôl holtan is áldalak...
Utolsó vasárnap
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday
By Sam M. Lewis
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 SundayGloomy 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
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 SundayDreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
By Desmond Carter
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of SundaysThen came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
By A n g i Mm a r i a n i / Ll l o y d Ll e w e r y (incorp. Sam M. Lewis lyrics and Rezsô Seress translation)
Luck is what you make of it (Yeah, sure)
There's no such thing as good or bad luck
You've just gotta be positive (Yeah, sure)
If you're of a gloomy disposition
You will be unlucky you know (Yeah, sure)
I'm telling you, I was the happiest rapper in town
And now I'm gloomy 'cause I'm unlucky (I'm just angry)
I'm gloomySunday 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 thoughts of ever returning you (Never returning you)
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
(Would they be angry? Would they be angry? Would they be angry?)
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday (Yeah)
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all (I have decided to end it all)
Soon there'll be candles and prayers 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 (This isn't a dream)
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
On a sad Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died, love has died
The world has come to its end
Hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended!
Lord, they make mistakes... the world has ended! (Gloomy Sunday)
Dreaming, I was only dreaming (not real, this is not real)
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart here
(we need to wake up, we need to go, we need to wake up, we need to go)
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
(that my dream never haunted you)
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
(how much I wanted you, yeah)
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday
What's gloomier than Gloomy Sunday, Eminemmygloom?
Gloomy Monday, Gloomy Tuesday, Gloomy Wednesday
Gloomy Thursday, Gloomy Friday, Gloomy Saturday, Gloomy Sunday
Hey it's not worth it
Sundays are forever sad
Why do you want to see flowers on your grave?
Why not enjoy them now?
Don't go hating
That don't please no-one
You're fine looking
You got brains
Why be gloomy?
It's kind of doomy
What'd you mean
Fuck off, who me?
If I'm saying the wrong things then sue me
But first you've gotta get back from the ledge
I know girl, I know you're on the edge
But just hold on
And I'm not religious neither, nor drunk
But you've gotta forgive yourself
And all the other suckers too
Else it might be better just to jump
I been there too man
Much higher building than this one
And some do-gooding ass said
Luck is what you make of it
You just gotta be positiveYou're gonna survive
Yeah
Sunday should be my day of peace
Sunday should be my day of rest
On the runway to say the least
And now's my time to stay in bed
'Cause I've forgotten more of them
Than I can care to remember
Outside the temperature is dropping
With the real air of December
You can't buckle it down
It's just the general Brighton mood
Some clubbers still walk the town
After a heavy old night on the booze
All I need is a mic and a booth
Plus a little more light in this room
Then I can try to resume
My eternal fight for the truth
Catch the omnibus
Hope I've got enough cash for roast dinner
Snuck up pretty quickMe and my lass
Cuddle up like old women
Not getting out of bed now
We'll just leave the phone ringing
Or maybe I should just spit a rap
And let the flows hit 'em
Or go with 'emOr stroll with 'em
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