El viernes estuve comiendo con una amiga y acabamos charlando un buen rato, se nos pasó el tiempo volando. Me sorprendió mucho conocer aspectos que no conocía de ella, sobre todo porque creo que muchos que no la conocen cometen el mismo error y tienen una imagen bastante equivocada de ella. Ente otras cosas me sorprendió que fuera una fanática de la lectura y que le gustara el Jazz, por eso hoy voy a poner una canción de Billie Holliday, pero con trampa, porque voy a aprovechar para poner también una versión de una cantante que no conoce demasiada gente pero que a mí me encanta, Heather Nova. Mejor aún, voy a poner todas las versiones de cantantes que me gustan que he encontrado. Podéis añadir un comentario para votar la que más os guste.
Esta canción tiene una leyenda negra asociada aunque no hay datos que indiquen que tenga visos de haber sido cierta. Se supone que esta canción provocaba que quien la escuchaba se suicidara tirándose por la ventana más cercana. Tranquilos, que sólo es una leyenda.
La versión de Billie Holiday tiene una tercera estrofa añadida para rebajar el tono pesimista de la canción, la de Björk es la original húngara.
Gloomy Sunday - Billie Holliday
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
Wouldnt 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 therell be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that Im glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death Im caressin you
With the last breath of my soul
Ill 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
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
Wouldnt 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 therell be candles
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that Im glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death Im caressin you
With the last breath of my soul
Ill 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
Gloomy Sunday - Björk
Sunday is gloomy
the hours are slumberless
dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
will never awaken you,
not where the dark 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 Sunday
with shadows I spend it all
my heart and I
have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be prayers
and candles are lit, I know
let them not weep
let them know, that I'm glad to go
Death is a 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
on deep in my heart, dear
Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn't haunted you
my heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
It's absolutely gloomy sunday
the hours are slumberless
dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
will never awaken you,
not where the dark 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 Sunday
with shadows I spend it all
my heart and I
have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be prayers
and candles are lit, I know
let them not weep
let them know, that I'm glad to go
Death is a 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
on deep in my heart, dear
Darling, I hope
that my dream hasn't haunted you
my heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
It's absolutely gloomy sunday
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