Szomorú vasárnap száz fehér virággalI can't seem to find a sung version with the original (?) lyrics from the post, which are much more interesting (and gloomier) than the drippy lovelorn version.
vártalak kedvesem templomi imával.
Álmokat kergetõ vasárnap délelõtt,
bánatom hintaja nélküled visszajött.
Azóta szomorú mindig a vasárnap,
könny csak az italom, kenyerem a bánat.
Szomorú vasárnap.
Utolsó vasárnap kedvesem gyere el,
pap is lesz, koporsó, ravatal, gyászlepel.
Akkor is virág vár, virág és - koporsó.
Virágos fák alatt utam az utolsó.
Nyitva lesz szemem, hogy még egyszer lássalak.
Ne féj a szememtõl, holtan is áldalak...
Utolsó vasárnap.
Gloomy Sunday, with hundred white flowers
in the chapel, beloved one, I waited in prayer.
That sunday morning, my dreams were chasing.
Yet the chariot of my sorrow came back without you.
Forever since then are so sad all my sundays -
tears are my drink, and the bread I eat sorrow.
Gloomy Sunday.
On my last Sunday, belovéd, oh come to me!
There'll be a priest too, a coffin, a catafalque, a shroud.
Also then, flowers will await you, flowers - and a coffin.
Beneath flowering trees, I will take my last ride.
And my eyes open wide for a last glance upon you.
Don't be scared of my eyes, still in death I will bless you...
Last Sunday.
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posted by empath at 9:59 PM on January 10, 2009