Rezso Seress Gloomy Sunday Lyrics

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 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 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

Gloomy Sunday

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
Gloomy Sunday

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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

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Persian Translation (by Gelareh Jamshidi):
یکشنبه غم انگیز،
با صدها شاخه گل سپید
در کلیسایی کوچک
دعاگویان
در انتظارت بودم
محبوبم.

آن یکشنبه صبح
رویاهام را
دنبال کردم
اما
باز هم
ارابه ی اندوهم
بی تو به سویم
باز گشت.
از آن پس
تاهمیشه
یکشنبه هام
غمبار است
اشک می نوشم
نان اندوه می خورم

یکشنبه غم انگیز.

در این
یکشنبهء آخرین
به سراغم بیا
محبوبم،
مرد روحانی هست
تابوت هست
کفن هست
گلها،
در انتظار تواند
گلها،
و یک تابوت.

در زیر درختان شکوفه بار
برای آخرین بار
می فریبمت
چشمانم گشوده اند
تا واپسین بار
نگاهت کنم.
نترس از چشمهام
من
حتی
در مرگ هم
تو را
تقدیس می کنم...

آخرین یکشنبه.

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