Diamanda Galas

Gloomy Sunday Суицидальная песня 20го века, написанная Rezsô Seress в 1933 году в Венгрии. Ее перепели многие известные музыканты, но исполнение Диaманды мне нравится более всего. Оригинальный текст: Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumber less Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrows 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 will be candles 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 am caressing you With the last breath of my soul I ll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and find you asleep in the deep of my heart, deep Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you Gloomy Sunday