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Source text in English

Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

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In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Rank by:
U naručju kako je njiše,
oca s nasmijanom kćerkicom u parku vidjeh,
te pred svetom nedeljnom školom stadoh
da slušam pjesme što ih pjevaše.
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En el parque ví un papito hamacando la hijita en una hamaca. Y me detuve cerquita de una escuela dominical Y escuché las canciones que ellos estuvieron cantando.

Translations of this segment (10 total; 10 unique)

No parque vi um pai Balançando uma menininha que ria. E parei junto a uma escola dominical Para ouvir as músicas que estavam cantando
No parque vi o pai Com uma garotinha sorridente que estava se balançando. E parei ao lado de uma escola de Domingo E ouvi as canções que estavam cantando
No parque, eu vi um pai com uma menininha risonha, que ele balançava. E eu parei ao lado de uma escola dominical, e escutei as músicas que estavam sendo cantadas
No parque eu vi um pai Com uma menina sorridente se balançar E parei ao lado de uma escola dominical E suas canções eu me pus a escutar
No parque, vi um pai Com uma garotinha sorridente que ele balançava. E eu parei ao lado de uma igreja E ouvi as músicas que eles cantavam
No parque eu vi um pai Com uma garotinha risonha que ele estava embalando. E eu parei ao lado de uma escola dominical E ouvi as canções que eles estavam cantando
No parque eu vi um pai Com uma risonha menina que ele estava balançando. Eu parei ao lado de uma escola Dominical E ouvi as canções que eles estavam cantando
No parque eu vi um cara Balançando sorridente sua filhinha. E ao lado de uma casa azul Ouvi cantar um coro, uma modinha
No parque, vi um pai Com uma garotinha rindo que ele estava balançando. E eu parei ao lado de uma escola dominical E ouvia as músicas que eles cantavam
Em um parque eu vi um pai A balançar uma garotinha que sorria. Parei em uma escola dominical E lá fiquei com as canções que se ouvia
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