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I hear anothe story about it. the song, gloomy sunday, has been writen by a Hungary composer for his wife, another musian.
the story is like that: one autumn, the musian's deeply loved wife died and at the dawn the first sunday after his wife died, the musian wandering on the road and unconsiously went to the Cafe where he and his wife often come on sundays. at there they shared the coffee and sometimes talked to their musian friends. it is a place which is full of memory. but this sunday, he was alone and the cafe is a little dark and not so many customs. the musian sitted on the table that he and his wife often sit. he saw all this, missed all the days their share...all the memory come to mind. he feel so deeply sadness so that he ask a paper from a waiter and compose the melody. and second he asked one of his friends to write words for it.... and the first time the music have been played on public place is the same Cafe too.
that is the story. you can feel that from the follwing words:
his wife died----
little white flowers will never awaken you ,
白色的小花將不再能喚醒你
not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
黑色的悲傷轎車(靈車!)上載著你
angels have no thought of ever returning you
天使們將不會回顧到你(the translation is not right for this sentence)
I would like to be with you (to the heaven)....
would they be angry if i thought of joining you
他們是不是憤怒了因為我想加入你
gloomy sunday
thanks a lot for sharing that. I am looking for it for a long time. |
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