Source text in English — View comments about this source text » | Translation by Laurens Sipahelut (#14630) |
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. | Di Tengah Kota Angkara Awan mendung di angkasa Jadikan tengah kota kian gelap. Genangan air di jalan belum kering, Bekas air hujan semalam. Pemulung mengais harta Ciliwung 'Cari intan dalam reja. Ciliwung kamar mandi kota Comberan air ketuban Jakarta. Terdengar suara anak Pengamen dengan kidung jalanan. Mobil Mersi tertangkap matanya Mengangkut sobat jauh di atasnya. Jalanan dia susuri Menangkap bau harum ayam bakar Pak Jenggot. Dia berandai-andai naik mobil mewah Diiringi guruh perut. Di tepi kota angkara, Janganlah kau putus asa. Karena di tengah kota Lebih susah untuk senang. Ingin taklukkan Jakarta Taklukkan nafsu kau hamba Orang kaya tetap miskin Di tengah kota angkara. Di tepi bantaran sungai Si pemulung menjelang pengamen kecil. Dia pun diam mendengarkan Kidung tentang ayam goreng dan mobil. Suara si ananda, Mengiang mengisi seantero bantaran, Lalu harap si pemulung, Bintang anaknya itu 'kan benderang. |