以下是我极其BS的歌曲版………因为网上许多人都因为歌曲版是真正的版本…………再BS下
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歌词:
GLOOMY SUNDAY - The Lyrics
Music by Rezso Seress
Original Text by Laszlo Javor
English Text by Sam M. Lewis
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
Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers 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
Dear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
刚刚又找到了一些资料
人们为听一首乐曲而自杀的事件接连不断地发生。这首乐曲就是《黑色的星期天》。当时被人们称为“魔鬼的邀请书”,是匈牙利钢琴手Rezso Seress(鲁兰斯•查理斯)遭遇爱情失败后于1933年写下的乐曲,名为《黑色的星期天》Szomorúvasárnap)。此歌的英文译名是 《Gloomy Sunday》,也有译成《魔鬼的邀请书》起初,作者试图出版这首歌曲时遇到了些许麻烦。一位出版商曾说:“(拒绝出版)并非因为它是一个忧伤的调子,而是因为该曲之中流露出的那种魄人心魂的绝望情绪,我以为这对任何听者均无益处。”
这是简介,看清楚再决定听不听
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Gloomy Sunday
Sam M. Lewis-Rezso S
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 thoughts 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 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
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I want to do
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberness.
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 sad, I know.
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.