Gloomy Sunday

by Rezso Seress
It is fall 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 for nothing

Folks are heartless, greedy and wicked...

Love has died!

The world has come to its end, hope has halted to have a meaning

Burgs are being wiped out, blastfall is making swincraft

Meadows are hued red with mennish blood

There are dead folks on the streets everywhere

I will say another still bead:

Folks are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...

The world has ended!