Gloomy Sunday. - Please dont die.

Oh sad, sad, sad, sad song. The lyrics are marvellous for spinning a black mood.

This song's history is tainted by the deaths of the ones who ended their lives after hearing it (so Vincent says). It was composed by a Hungarian pianist, Rezso Seress years ago after his lover had committed suicide. He killed himself after he wrote this song. According to urban legends, it caused hundreds of suicides after it was released in America, but that's probably a story created to romanticize the whole thing. The original lyrics of crushing hopelessness and bitter despair were replaced by a Hungarian poet's words in order for it to be marketed, and then translated. The following was translated by Desmond Carter.

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 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.

Dreaming - I was only dreaming.
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, dear.
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you;
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy Sunday.

I'm so sad now. waaaailll.

It is wailed by Billie Holiday if you want to download it. It really is pretty harrowing.