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 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
But 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 dear
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy sunday
Diamanda Galas
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
Sombre dimanche(Gloomy sunday)
Sombre dimanche... Les bras tout charges de fleurs
Je suis entre dans notre chambre le coeur las
Car je savais deja que tu ne viendrais pas
Et j'ai chante des mots d'amour et de douleur
Je suis reste tout seul et j'ai pleure tout bas
En ecoutant hurler la plainte des frimas ...
Sombre dimanche...
Je mourrai un dimanche ou j'aurai trop souffert
Alors tu reviendras, mais je serai parti
Des cierges bruleront comme un ardent espoir
Et pour toi, sans effort, mes yeux seront ouverts
N'aie pas peur, mon amour, s'ils ne peuvent te voir
Ils te diront que je t'aimais plus que ma vie
Sombre dimanche.
Szomoru vasarnap
Osz van es peregnek a sargult levelek,
Meghalt a foldon az emberi szeretet.
Banatos konnyekkel zokog az oszi szel,
Szivem mar uj tavaszt nem var es nem remel.
Hiaba sirok es hiaba szenvedek,
Szivtelen rosszak es kapzsik az emberek...
Meghalt a szeretet!
Vege a vilagnak, vege a remenynek
Varosok pusztulnak,srapnelek zenelnek.
Emberek veretol piros a tarka ret.
Halottak fekszenek az uton szerteszet.
Meg egyszer elmondom csendben az imamat:
"Uram, az emberek gyarlok es hibaznak..."
Vege a vilagnak!
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
