and his famous

"GLOOMY SUNDAY"

Szomorú vasárnap Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal vártalak kedvesem templomi imával. Álmokat kergetõ vasárnap délelõtt, 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 féj a szememtõl, holtan is áldalak... Utolsó vasárnap. (Seress Rezsõ nótája, Jávor László szavai)

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Gloomy Sunday Gloomy sunday, with hundred white flowers in the chapel, beloved one, I waited in prayer. That sunday morning, my dreams were chasing. Yet the chariot of my sorrow came back without you. Forever since then are so sad all my sundays - tears are my drink, and the bread I eat sorrow. Gloomy Sunday. On my last Sunday, belovéd, oh come to me! There'll be a priest too, a coffin, a catafalque, a shroud. Also then, flowers will await you, flowers - and a coffin. Beneath flowering trees, I will take my last ride. And my eyes open wide for a last glance upon you. Don't be scared of my eyes, still in death I will bless you... Last Sunday. (Transl. by A.W. Tüting)

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Gloomy Sunday Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited With flowers in my arms All the dream has 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 know Was beyond all consoling The beat of my heart Was a bell that was tolling Saddest of Sundays Then 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 What 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'll bless you forever Last of all Sundays (Diamanda Galas' Version)

 

Vége a világnak Õsz van és peregnek a sárgult levelek, Meghalt a földön az emberi szeretet. Bánatos könnyekkel zokog az õszi 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 vérétõl piros a tarka rét. Halottak fekszenek az úton szerteszét. Még egyszer elmondom csendben az imámat: "Uram, az emberek gyarlók és hibáznak..." Vége a világnak! (Seress Rezsõ szavai is)



 

World has come to its end 't is autumn with withered leaves whirling. On earth, love among people has died. With tears of sorrow the autumn wind's sobbing, for a new spring my heart is too hopeless to wait. Invain all my tears, all my sufferings invain, heartless the people, wicked and all full of greed... Love has died! The world and all hope has come to its end, Cities wiped out in resounding shrapnel. Bright meadows with human blood coloured red. Dead people scattered on the streets everywhere. So once more quietly I will say my prayer: "My Lord, people are erring and prone to sin... World has come to its end! (Transl. by A.W. Tüting)

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(Created in "Kulacs", Seress' famous song has been played for decades in "Kispipa", another small restaurant in Budapest)

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