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Depression kills. And listening to a composition from a depressed song writer makes you even more depressed. Reader, do not bother listening to this song.

Sarah Mclachlan - 04 Gloomy Sunday Mp3

Hungarian compositor Rezso Serres wrote this song after trying to make a living as a song writer but kept failing miserably.

One afternoon, things finally came to a head. Seress and his fiancée had a fierce row over his utter failure as a composer, and the couple parted with angry words.

The song was written on a Sunday, after Seress played a strange melancholy on his piano ivories under a gloomy sky. Seress sent his composition off to a music publisher and waited for acceptance with a lot more hope than he usually had in his heart. But it was not accepted because of the strange music and the highly depressing rhythym.

The song was sent off again to another publisher, and this time it was accepted. The music publisher told Seress that his song would soon be distributed to all the major cities of the world. The young Hungarian was ecstatic.

But a few months after Gloomy Sunday was printed, there were a numbers of strange occurrences that were allegedly sparked off by the new song. In Berlin, Germany, a young man requested a band to play Gloomy Sunday, and after the number was performed, the man went home and blasted himself in the head with a revolver after complaining to relatives that he felt severely depressed by the melody of a new song which he couldn't get out of his head. That song was Gloomy Sunday.

Several suicides were soon reported, all the reasons were said to be because of the song 'Gloomy Sunday' . But, at the end of the 1930s, when the world war struck the globe, Rezso Seress' song was quickly forgotten in the global catastrophe, but is still available to listen to, for those who wants to be struck by what the world knew as the Hungarian suicide song.

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 coaches
Sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughts
Of ever returning you
Wouldn't 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 caressin' you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessin' 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 tellin' you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday