''Tužna je nedelja mada je cveće svud, čekam te dragana, al sve je uzalud''. Što se tiče Budimpešte i vremena izmedju dva rata, ovo nije urbana legenda jer se stvarno pouzdano zna o nastanku i sudbini te pesme. U tv novostima je sredinom sedamdesetih izašao tekst o toj pesmi koji se završava , pomalo patetičnom (a kako drugačije kod tih tekstova) rečenicom koja govori o samoubistvu autora pesme :''Bila je nedelja i nije bilo cveća..''. Kako je ova pesma postala urbana legenda? Pesmu ''Tužna je nedelja'' proslavili su Cune Gojković i Mile Boganodić, no mitsku slavu doneo joj je Zvonko Bogdan i mit o samoubistvima u Subotici poklapa se vremenski s njegovim usponom. Na svu sreću taj mit (kao i mnogi mitovi kao takvi) nije tačan već je svima prijalo da svoj sentiment i patetiku na taj način oboje i veličaju. Ništa neobično i strano ljudskoj duši, pogotovo ''duši slovenskoj''. Setimo se da i ''duša hungarska'' ima taj mit. Mnogi madjarski pesnici sami su sebi skončali život, a posebno je crnohumoran slučaj Jožefa Atile koji je legao na prugu i uzalud čekao voz jer je dva kilometra ''uzvodno'' neko to već uradio. On je ostao za sledeće ''izvlačenje''. Krajem sedamdesetih našu socijalističku idilu ugrozila je pojava klubova samoubica u Ljubljani, odnosno Sloveniji. Siguran sam da vam neće biti teško da pronadjete na Wikipediji pregledan članak o svim umetnicima koji su suicidno okončali svoj život. Posebno je interesantna i duboko tragična priča vezana za Cvetajevu i Pasternaka i ruske pisce uopšte.
PS
Da, ''Bloody sunday'': imam je u verziji Bili Holidej. Preporučujem da je ne slušate ni slučajno sam, u suton, za vreme dok pada prvi sneg...Kao da tim fantastičnim umetnicima nije dovoljno što su stvorili blues...
Evo i podataka o filmu koji se zove ''Tužna je nedelja''
Film nas vodi u centar Budimpešte 30-ih godina prošlog veka u kome Laslo Sabo i Ilona Varnai vode restoran koji postaje slavan zahvaljujići pesmi "Tužna je nedelja". Ona svojom dubokom melanholijom dira slušaoce pravo u srce. Mladi pijanista Andras Aradi je komponovao baladu za Ilonu u koju je zaljubljen. Ilonino srce kuca i za njim i Laslom. Među njima se razvija ljubavni trougao u kojem svako od njih pronalazi sreću, manje-više, sve dok Nemac Hans Ebrhard Vick ne postane potpuno opčinjen i pesmom i Iloninom lepotom. Čak joj nudi i brak ali ga ona odbija. Nekoliko godina kasnije on ponovo dolazi u Budimpeštu, kao SS oficir, koja je sada pod nemačkom okupacijom. On je sada čovek koji odlučuje o životu i smrti, i koji preti da uništi delikantu ravnotežu odnosa izmedu Ilone i njena dva muškarca. Ovo je jedna tragična i divna ljubavna priča, u izvanrednoj produkciji i sa izvrsnim glumcima.
I can see how you are beautiful, can you feel my eyes on you,
I'm shy and turn my head away
Working late in diner Citylight, I see that you get home alright
Make sure that you can't see me, hoping you will see me
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana (can you)
I see you in Citylight diner serving all those meals and then
I see reflections of me in your eye, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see
Obsessed by you, your looks, well, anyway "I would any day die for you",
I write on paper erased away
Still I sit in diner Citylight, drinking coffee or reading lies
Turn my head and I can see you, could that really be you
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see
I see, can't have you, can't leave you, there 'cause I must sometimes see you
And I don't understand how you can keep me in chains
And every waking hour, I feel you taking power From me and I can't live
Repeating the scenery over again
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see,
Oh baby, Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you see
Ne znam jel neko mozda negdje drugo ovo okacio ,ja se izvinjavam ako ponavljam ali nisam je nigdje vidjela, i ja sam mozda promasila lokaciju, ali spot je tuzann... i pjesma ali spot je i vise nego vrijedan...
Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
"And then I'll cry so hard to these sad songs
And the words still ring, once here now gone
And they echo through my head everyday
And I dont think they'll ever go away"
