Ah well… I did listen to the song on Sunday and meant to post it earlier… but just got caught up in some stuff.
Gloomy Sunday is a beautiful song… the lyrics are supposedly depressive. Depends on how one looks at it. But, this song has a past… a disturbing past.
Originally, it was composed by Hungarian composer Rezső Seress. Lyrics were written by László Jávor, and in his version the song was retitled “Szomorú vasárnap”
The song was first recorded in Hungarian by Pál Kalmár in 1935.
The translation of the original lyrics courtesy Wikipedia are…
“Szomorú Vasárnap száz fehér virággal,
Vártalak kedvesem templomi imával,
Álmokat kergető Vasárnap délelőtt,
Bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött,
Azóta szomorú mindig a
Vasárnap Könny csak az italom kenyerem a bánat…
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 szememtől holtan is áldalak…”
“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.
It’s the 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.”
The original translation though melancholic, is also a little weird.
The disturbing part about the song is that it has become something of an urban legend… and is said to have driven many a listener to suicide.
In my opinion, the veracity of these claims are arguable… even if the song could be connected to a few suicides it may not be proved it was directly responsible to instigate a person to commit the act… the fact may be that the person already in a suicidal mood would listen to songs that complement the mood and this might just as easily be one of the songs they listened to… just as easily as it could have been ‘Don’t Worry, Be happy’.
I listened to the English version of the song by Billie Holiday… the video which I have put up above… and the lyrics here…
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 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 said I know
Let them not weep
Let them know that I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I’m caressin’ you
With the last breath of my soul
I’ll be blessin’ you
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart, dear
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is tellin’ you
How much I wanted you