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Sahila




Wednesday, February 16, 2011

No Words Required...


Except it's Wednesday!


Original Rezso Seress Lyrics (English Translation):

World Has Come To It's 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.
In vain all my tears, all
my sufferings in vain,
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!


László Jávor 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 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
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 here
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday






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