GLOOMY SUNDAY

(A song responsible for the loss of more than 200 lives)

 “Sunday is gloomy”

“My hours are slumber less”

Hey! Have you ever heard the above lines on the radio or television? Certainly not because now it exists only in the pages of books. These lines are from the songs called Gloomy Sunday, which was later popularly known by ‘suicide anthem’. The song was supposed to be responsible for the death of more than 200 people. The song was written by a Hungarian poet LASZLO JAVOR.

The Background on its creation  

It so happened that Laszlo Javor fell in love with a girl whom he had considered dearer than his own life. They had a very exiting relationship until his beloved decided to desert him and get married to a rich man  she had met through one of her friends. She sent her wedding invitation to Laszlo which he received from a maid on SUNDAY. This made him think that Sunday was the worst day of his life and wrote a poem ‘Gloomy Sunday’. Rezzo Seress , one of the famous pianists of the thirties, later converted the poem into a song. Laszlo Girl friend herd the song and committed suicide leaving a note beside her that read, ‘I am responsible for the creation of the song Gloomy Sunday.’ Then later, after hearing the song more than 200 people committed suicide. The number of suicide went on escalating because they, after listening to the song, thought that their lives were just a burden and it was better to die than to live such lives. The song created havoc and was later banned from airing. These days, ‘Gloomy Sunday’ can be found on the pages books. Unbelievable but true, Laszlo Javor himself was one of the victims of the song Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumber less

Dearest the shadow

I live with are numberless

Little white flowers 

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach

Of sorrows has taken you

Angles have no thoughts

Ever of returning you

Would they be angry?

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy is Sunday

With shadows I spent it all

My heart and I

Have decided to end it all

Soon there will be candles

And prayers that are said, I know

Let them not weep

Let them know I am glad to go

Death is no dream

For death I am caressing you

With last breath of my soul

I will 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 dreams never haunted you

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday !!!!!