Gloomy Sunday
(If you left me.)
Sunday has come and my tears are done falling now.
The carriage is coming, the angels are calling now.
Desperate am I for a shred of hope in this dread.
None could imagine the pain for you I have bled.
All I have wanted is one chance to see you, dear.
Broken am I, for I feel my end drawing near.
Gloomy Sunday.
My time has now come, and I fear I must say goodbye.
Do not fret, darling. Please promise that you won't cry.
Under white flowers I rest for eternity.
I'll wait forever for you to return to me.
Now and for always my heart sings this aching tune.
Dearest, I miss you. I promise I'll see you soon.
Gloomy Sunday.
Sidenote: I listened to the original Hungarian versions by Laszlo Javor and Reszo Seress. This is my own interpretation. This song means so much to me, and I'm really proud of myself for finding my own way of structuring the words. I know my version will never be as amazing as the original Hungarian versions, nor will it be as great as Billie Holiday's version. But none-the-less, I'm proud to say that I've found a way to express what the song means to me personally. Also, I like to babble. Could you tell? <3
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The gaian newspaper, You will find reviews, articles, and random nonesense.
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