censorship drew the attention of American composers and singers who knew how to take this pro bono advertising to make versions of Gloomy Sunday. The best known was the Billie Holiday.
Another legend that surrounds this song has to do with Laszlo Javor, as is said to have composed the lyrics of the song in memory of a girlfriend of hers who fired the only half-sheet of role in putting only sad Sunday.
What is not legend is that suicide Rezso Seress committed suicide by jumping from a building in Budapest in 1968. What makes a part of the legend are the alleged reasons for his suicide, saying the rumors that depression had not done it again another great song Gloomy Sunday after it was suicide.
Finally I leave here the lyrics of the song in English and English translation.
GLOOMY SUNDAY Sunday
is gloomy, my hours Are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with numberless Are 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 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 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 Sunday
Dreaming, 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
Sunday is sad, my hours are from insomnia
Amado, the shadows I live are endless
Small white flowers will never awaken
Wherever the hearse sorrow has taken you Angels have no
intention to resurrect
Do you get angry when I think of you meet?
the shadows the whole step
My heart and I have decided to end all
Soon there will be candles and prayers sad
Let them know that there are no tears, let they know I'm happy to go
Death is not to dream, in death I will cherish
With the last breath of my soul will bless you
Gloomy Sunday Dreaming
, I was just dreaming
wake and find you asleep in the deep of my heart here
Dear, I hope that my dream never torment
My heart is telling you how much I wanted
Gloomy Sunday
Well, and also put a video for you can hear the song. But it is in Hungarian.
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