Can you imagine the impact of a song? Yes, there is a song that led many people to take their own lives while listening to it, particularly among Hungarians.

"Gloomy Sunday" is the song composed by Hungarian pianist Rezső Seress, first released in 1933. 

The original lyrics, titled "Vége a világnak" ("The World Is Ending"), convey despair over war and conclude with a calm prayer about people's sins. 

Rezső Seress composed the song while living in Paris in late 1932, aiming to establish himself as a songwriter. The original piece was a piano melody with lyrics sung over it. 

He composed the song amid the Great Depression and the increasing fascist influence in his homeland Hungary.

On 11 January 1968, about 35 years after writing the song, Seress died by suicide. 

"Gloomy Sunday" was first recorded in English in 1936, with lyrics by Sam M. Lewis. It became well known throughout much of the English-speaking world after the release of a version by jazz and swing singer Billie Holiday in 1941. 

Lewis's lyrics refer to suicide, and the record label described it as the "Hungarian Suicide Song". 

Press reports in the 1930s linked at least 100 suicides in Hungary and the United States to "Gloomy Sunday."

The BBC prohibited airing Billie Holiday's version of the song, considering it harmful to wartime morale, but permitted instrumental performances. In the U.S., Paul Robeson's rendition was banned on certain radio stations and nightclubs. The BBC lifted this ban by 2002. 

The 1999 German/Hungarian film Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod (Gloomy Sunday – A Song of Love and Death) is centered around a highly fictionalized account of the song's origin. 

The song inspired the 2006 film The Kovak Box, where a writer is stranded on Mallorca with individuals injected with a microchip that triggers them to commit suicide upon hearing "Gloomy Sunday". The song is featured in the film, performed by actress Lucía Jiménez. 

I find it really gloomy, and I have written my version of it. But about that later.

Read here the poem – 

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