Gloomy Sunday

 “Gloomy Sunday”

was written in

1933

by two

Hungarians.

Rezso Seress
wrote the music

and
Laszlo Javor
penned the lyrics.

The song drew little attention until 1936,

when it began to be connected with a rash of suicides in

Hungary

and was allegedly banned afterwards.

Up to

Seventeen Suicides

were reportedly linked in some way to the song.

This included people who reportedly killed themselves after listening to the song.

Either from a recording

or performed live by a band.

Some were said to have been found dead with references to the song's lyrics in their suicide notes.

With others holding the sheet music in their hands when they died.

It was also banned in

Great Britain

for sixty-six years.

American Musicians

and

Singers

soon jumped at the chance to record translated versions of the

“Hungarian Suicide Song.”

By the end of

1936

several recordings were made available to the

American Public.

The

Billie Holiday

version,

recorded several years later,

is the most popular

English Language

version of the song.

Supposedly,

since I do not speak

Hungarian

I cannot be sure,

but the translated version in

English

does not give it justice.

So,

if you do speak

Hungarian,

beware!

"'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...
"Ősz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek, Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet. Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az őszi 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 vérétől piros a tarka rét. Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét. Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat: "Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak..." Vége a világnak!

 This is,

Believing That My Playing Of The Song Loudly Outside Of My House Has Nothing To Do With The Rash Of People Moving Out Of The Neighborhood,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

 “Only a happy mind will see the beauty of a beautiful view! For the sad mind, everywhere looks gloomy!”
- Mehmet Murat ildan -

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