2004-05-08 08:01:20 (UTC)

Diamanda Galas'

DIAMANDA GALAS, „Gloomy Sunday“ dauerrepeat
um nicht zu schneiden habe ich mir gestern DIAMANDA
GALAS‘ „Plague Mass“ angehört. danach war mir nicht mehr
nach schneiden zumute sondern eher nach einer gnostischen
messe und dem kreuzigen von katzen. ich fand im regal noch
eine andere CD von ihr, „The Singer“, auf der sich eine
version von „Gloomy Sunday“ befindent. ich habe noch
selten ein so trauriges lied gehört.
die gestrige anspannung hat nachgelassen, was auch an dem
einen milligramm TAVOR liegen mag das ich einnahm. ich kann
mich nicht entscheiden wie ich mich ob des praktikums
fühlen soll. angst vor blamaga haben und vor menschen? oder
die sache als einen harmlosen spaß und etwas interessantes
ansehen? das fühlen tickt hin und her als hätte es einen
wackelkontakt. ich kann mich nicht entscheiden.


Gloomy Sunday
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

Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers 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

I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy sunday
r e z s ô s e r e s s l y r i c s
(english transalation)

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
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!
l á s z l ó j á v o r l y r i c s
(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-
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
Don't be afraid of my eyes, I'm blessing you even in my

The last Sunday
d e s m o n d c a r t e r l y r i c s
(diamanda galas lyrics)

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