Gloomy Sunday
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larisakaBillie Holiday
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48cTUnUtzx4
Diamanda Galas
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzWVWY5QUzg
Sarah McLachlan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXQOVf4hL1o
И еще много всяких разных...
Стихи: первая версия - автора песни, пианиста и композитора Rezsô Seress.
Вторая версия - поэт László Jávor. Как написано в Википедии: "The crushing hopelessness and bitter despair of the original lyrics by Seress were soon replaced by the melancholic lyrics of the Hungarian poet László Jávor." Лучше не скажешь.
Перевод на английский Дезмонда Картера, и, наконец, Сэма Льюиса - то, что поет Билли Холидэй. То ли Билли Холидэй, то ли сам Льюис добавили строфу с хэппи энд, ну да ладно, что уж тут поделаешь! Таковы, видимо, были тогда, в 1936-м году, требования времени.
Rezsô Seress
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
László Jávor
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday
Desmond Carter
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
Sam M Lewis
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 coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would 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 sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll 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 dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Небольшой update: вот это стоит послушать - Artie Shaw and His Orchestra, Pauline Byrne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsbIvUx3CBc
Еще эта песня была известна как "Hungarian suicide song". Urban legends, mostly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48cTUnUtzx4
Diamanda Galas
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzWVWY5QUzg
Sarah McLachlan
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXQOVf4hL1o
И еще много всяких разных...
Стихи: первая версия - автора песни, пианиста и композитора Rezsô Seress.
Вторая версия - поэт László Jávor. Как написано в Википедии: "The crushing hopelessness and bitter despair of the original lyrics by Seress were soon replaced by the melancholic lyrics of the Hungarian poet László Jávor." Лучше не скажешь.
Перевод на английский Дезмонда Картера, и, наконец, Сэма Льюиса - то, что поет Билли Холидэй. То ли Билли Холидэй, то ли сам Льюис добавили строфу с хэппи энд, ну да ладно, что уж тут поделаешь! Таковы, видимо, были тогда, в 1936-м году, требования времени.
Rezsô Seress
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
László Jávor
LITERAL ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
Gloomy Sunday with a hundred white flowers
I was waiting for you my dearest with a prayer
A Sunday morning, chasing after my dreams
The carriage of my sorrow returned to me without you
It is since then that my Sundays have been forever sad
Tears my only drink, the sorrow my bread...
Gloomy Sunday
This last Sunday, my darling please come to me
There'll be a priest, a coffin, a catafalque and a winding-sheet
There'll be flowers for you, flowers and a coffin
Under the blossoming trees it will be my last journey
My eyes will be open, so that I could see you for a last time
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my death...
The last Sunday
Desmond Carter
Sadly one Sunday I waited and waited
With flowers in my arms for the dream I'd created
I waited 'til dreams, like my heart, were all broken
The flowers were all dead and the words were unspoken
The grief that I knew was beyond all consoling
The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
Saddest of Sundays
Then came a Sunday when you came to find me
They bore me to church and I left you behind me
My eyes could not see one I wanted to love me
The earth and the flowers are forever above me
The bell tolled for me and the wind whispered, "Never!"
But you I have loved and I bless you forever
Last of all Sundays
Sam M Lewis
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 coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would 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 sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll 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 dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Небольшой update: вот это стоит послушать - Artie Shaw and His Orchestra, Pauline Byrne
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CsbIvUx3CBc
Еще эта песня была известна как "Hungarian suicide song". Urban legends, mostly.
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Date: 2007-07-15 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 12:40 am (UTC)смотрелислушали?1. Gloomy Sunday (1999)
- Germany (DVD title) aka "Gloomy Sunday" - USA
2. Chun se nao ren (1956) aka "Gloomy Sunday" - Hong Kong (English title)
3. Gloomy Sunday (2007)
4. Sombre dimanche (1948) Australia
А композитор-то, действительно, того... Но в 1968 году, в возрасте 69 лет, а песня была написана в 1933-ем.
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Date: 2007-07-16 12:02 pm (UTC)а остальные фильмы какие-то маргинальные. у них и рейтинга-то нет...
а книжку, оказывается, написал Ник Барков, хе-хе. "Не смею вам стихи Баркова благопристойно перевесть И даже имени такого не смею громко произнесть" :-)
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Date: 2007-07-16 09:33 pm (UTC)вижу... ?
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Date: 2007-07-16 09:37 pm (UTC)