Sunday is gloomyMy hours are slumberlessDearest the shadows I live with areNumberlessLittle white flower will never awaken You Angels have no thought of ever returningYouWould they be angry if I thought ofJoining you Gloomy SundaySunday is gloomyWith shadows I spend it allSoon they ‘ll be flowers and prayers thatAre said I knowLet them not weep let them know thatI am glad to goDeath is no dream for in death I’m caressing youWith the last breath of my soulI’ll be blessing youGloomy SundayDreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep in theDeep of my heart dear 这是一首充满阴暗美感的老歌，三零年代来到
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的匈牙利音乐家赛瑞斯从来没有一首吸引法国发行商的作品，然后他仍执著于作曲，希望有一天能写出轰动世界的歌曲。而这个梦想竟因为这首在生命最不堪的关卡所写出的作品而实现：某个星期天，他的女友又因为他的不切实际而在激烈争吵后离开。感情受伤而且经济破产的他坐到钢琴前无意地弹出了这首歌的第一段旋律。这次，终于有发行上买下了这首歌，而且受到许多人的喜爱。一直到二战前甚至数度传出有人因这首歌曲而厌世，渐渐的这首歌蒙上了一层神秘的色彩---

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