Ang bagong naririnig na background music ngayon nitong aking blog (kung naririnig n'yo man) ay ang kantang Gloomy Sunday na base sa ilang urban legends ay tinatawag ding "The Hungarian Suicide Song" (1933). Makailang beses nang na-ban ang awit sa iba't-ibang estasyon sa radyo sapagkat masyado raw itong masalimuot at malungkot ang ipinahahatid na mensahe. Sinasabi ng ilang mga haka-haka na ito ay naging inspirasyon upang magpakamatay ang ilang mga katao, lalo na sa Europa. Sa kabila ng mga kuwento, makailang beses na ring naisalin ang kanta. Itong aking pinili ay bersyon ni Billie Holiday(1941), isang jazz performance artist sa Amerika. Ito ang lyrics ng awitin:
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
BoteLenovela
