Algarabía: La solapa



Algarabía: La solapa






jueves, 1 de marzo de 2012

Diamanda Galás - Gloomy Sunday (The Hungarian suicide song/La canción húngara del suicidio)



This next song was sung by Billie Holiday, called Gloomy Sunday. Umm, when she first recorded it on the radio there was a [ACTUALIZACIÓN: (forecast)] from the record company because it was, umm, it was too pesimistic and depresing. Therefore thay had to change the ending to make it more optimistic and hopeful. And in that moment was born the first pop music (boos from the audience). I won´t do it in that way of course.


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La siguiente canción fue interpretada por Billie Holiday. Se llama Gloomy Sunday (Domingo Triste). Mmm, cuando la grabó por primera vez en la radio hubo un [ACTUALIZACIÓN: (pronóstico)] de la disquera porque era, mmm, era muy pesimista y depresiva. Por lo tanto, tuvieron que cambiar el final para hacerlo más optimista y esperanzador. Y en ese momento nació la primera canció pop (el público abuchea). Por su puesto no la interpretaré de esa manera.


Corríjanme donde lo necesite, aún no domino el inglés, y menos escucharlo.



Y aquí la versión de Billie Holiday. Como se pueden dar cuenta, el final de esta versión es más comercial que la de Diamanda. Qué pena que una de las grandes voces del Jazz se haya rebajado a quitarle el chiste a semejante canción.




Diamanda Galás

Billie Holiday

Sadly one sunday
I waited and waited
with flowers in my arms
all the dream has 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 know
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
what 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'll bless you forever
Last of all sundays
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
Wouldn't 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 flowers
And prayers that are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressin'
you With the last breath of my soul
I'll 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 *




El texto en negritas representa lo que tuvo que ser agregado a la letra para cambiarle completamente el sentido a toda la canción.


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