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Saturday, November 19, 2011

Gloomy Sunday Lyrics


Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
the hours are slumberless
dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless

Little white flowers
will never awaken you,
not where the dark 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 prayers
and candles are lit, I know
let them not weep
let them know, that I'm glad to go

Death is a 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
on deep in my heart, dear

Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn't haunted you
my heart is telling you
how much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday

It's absolutely gloomy sunday


(“Gloomy Sunday” performed by Billie Holliday)



Lirik yang asli..
Szomorú Vasárnap
(dalam Bahasa Hungaria)

Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággal
Vártalak kedvesem templomi imával
Álmokat kergető vasárnap délelőtt
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 félj a szememtől holtan is áldalak...

Utolsó vasárnap

Gloomy Sunday
(dalam Bahasa Inggris)

Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...

Gloomy Sunday

This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...

The last Sunday

Minggu yang Suram
(dalam Bahasa Indonesia)

Minggu yang suram dengan ratusan bunga berwarna putih
Aku menunggumu di sini sayangku, sembari berdoa
Di pagi ini, aku mengejar mimpiku
Kereta kesedihanku kembali kepadaku, tanpa engkau di dalamnya
sejak saat itu, jika hari Minggu datang aku selalu merasa sedih
Air yang kuminum hanyalah airmataku, roti yang aku telan hanyalah kesedihan ...

Minggu yang suram

ini minggu terakhir, sudilah engkau datang kepadaku
Akan ada seorang imam, peti mati, panggung untuk peti mayat dan selembar kafan
Akan ada bunga untukmu, bunga dan peti mati
Di bawah pohon mekar akan perjalanan terakhirku
Mataku akan terbuka, sehingga aku bisa melihatmu untuk terakhir kalinya
Janganlah kau takut aku melihatmu, karena aku memberkatimu walau ini nafas terakhirku ...

Minggu terakhir

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