Gloomy Sunday

ou The Hungarian Suicide Song



Angels have no thought / of ever returning you / would they be angry / if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday / with shadows I spend it all / my heart and I / have decided to end it all

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

Gloomy Sunday...


versão original (1935)
por Pál Kálmar
música: Rezsõ Seress
letra: László Jávor

Letra original (traduzida)

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!