Banned Song
A song was written in the world which is called a suicide motivational song. The government of many countries did not believe it at first, but later when the death rate and suicide rate increased after listening to this song, they officially banned this song. Listening to this song has resulted in more suicides than ever. The song was composed in 1933 by a man of Hungarian descent named Saris at the age of 34. It is said that when the man’s girlfriend left him, he was so depressed that he composed this song called Gloomy Sunday. This song was composed by him and he went to it later he died while listening to this song and it is said that he committed suicide. After his death, the song became hugely popular in Hungary, but the death rate of listening to this song was increasing, meaning that people were choosing this song to commit suicide in peace. Since then, the Hungarian government has banned the song completely, and anyone who listens to the song will face severe penalties.
This song has melancholy in every line and if you listen to this song with your heart especially I am talking about the melody then a strange kind of depression will work in your mind and a shadow of deep sadness will engulf you completely in no time. Many people say that when the lyricist of this song composed this song, Tantra Vidya was applied with every line of this song which means that when you listen to this song Tantra Vidya Mantra will work in your body and cause you to sink into deep grief and have horrible suicidal thoughts will work in your body. Although all these arguments have not found any scientific explanation as of today, it is true that after listening to this song, the tendency of people to die increases a lot, which is why this song has been forced to be completely banned in various countries. It drowns in negativity even for a while. You can find the song on YouTube by searching Blue Me Sunday and we are giving the lyrics below so listen to this song at your own risk because the track record of this song is very bad.
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 thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would 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 candles
And prayers that are said I know
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
