Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod (Gloomy Sunday AKA The Piano Player) Page #5

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in an economic sense

Mr. Szabo, telephone

I think he means just what he wrote

Szabo here

Yes, "Gloomy Sunday"

was composed here

It's played every evening

At 8 o'clock? Our pleasure

That was the boss's son from Mendel Industries

He reserved a table for six people

Mendel?

Mendel! Steel and textiles

They employ at least 30,000 people

And they have three villas

in Budapest alone

So what about us, the three of us?

I'll give you both another chance

There are a lot more than six

Dear Heaven. Pull up another table

And we need more chairs

Good evening, Mr. Mendel

Mr. Szabo. My sister

It's an honor to welcome you

Please come in

Would you write something,

Professor Tajtelbaum?

You'll be the first

mathematician on our wall.

I can praise the restaurant,

but how could you put pork on the menu?

No one's forcing you to eat it, Uncle.

He's even open on the Sabbath.

I never close, Prof. Tajtelbaum,

not on the Sabbath or on Sundays,

not on christmas or passover

Can I get you anything else?

Perhaps a kosher pear brandy?

On the house, of course.

Yes, thank you.

Was everything satisfactory,

Mr. Mendel?

I must tell you how happy I am

that my sister insisted we come here

Your braised pike was sheer poetry

Maybe even better than Gundel's

My brother is right about the pike

Don't be angry, Mr. Szabo,

but the best thing this eveing

was "Gloomy Sunday"

It has the perfect balance

of bitter and sweet

- Does the song have Iyrics?

- Not yet

It doesn't need words,

it already speaks to me

Would he play it again?

Who could refuse a request

from such perfect lips?

- Mr. Aradi?

- Yes

Excuse me for bothering you,

You are the composer of "Gloomy Sunday"?

Yes

May we take your picture?

Of course

It's a very successful piece of music

on the five suicides in Budapest

in the last three days?

All five had your song playing

All young people from good families,

with their future ahead of them

Can you explain why, after hearing your song

they didn't want to live anymore?

Can you explain it?

Say something!

- What's wrong, llona?

- What's keeping Audras?

He'll get here

But he's never late

In the back on the left, please

Maybe he's read about the suicides

Five deaths, it will upset him

But there are two sides to every coin

What?

The telephone rang all morning

We've been fully booked since eleven

What if he hurts himself?

We must go look for him

We can't... the wine delivery

Is more important, of course!

Where on the left?

Llona!

Llona!

These are rare wines! Not even

Gundel can boast this assortment!

Wines like that don't come cheap

Take your break later

We'll take one later, too

Andras!

Andras!

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