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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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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.
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Flashback to a long-gone stable relationship, or childhood ...
Μετά πέρασα στην άλλη μεριά του δρόμου
και με πήρε η Κυριακάτικη μυρουδιά κοτόπουλου που κάποιος τηγάνιζε.
Και, Κύριε, μ' έκανε ν' αναπολήσω �
Pređoh preko ulice,
miris pečenja nečijeg osjetih tada.
O Bože, sjećanje na nešto što izgubih usput,
negdje, nekada
مشيت على طوال الشارع في يوم احد مميز برائحة المشواي المنبعثة من المداخن, يا الاهي, رائحة الشواى اعادتني الى ذكريات فقدتها منذ زمن بعيد, على �
fried chicken is a common sunday lunch in the USA, but not in France it would be roasted chicken and not fried: poulet rôti ...
country fried chicken, hashbrown casserole, eggs - a "family" style breakfast - lost to the singer as he's alone
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De ahí, cruzé la calle y agarré el olor de Domingo del pollo frito de alguien. Y oh Señor, el olor me llevó hacia algo que había perdido algún Lugar, de una forma u otra ordenadamente.

Translations of this segment (7 total; 7 unique)

M-am plimbat pe stradă în jos apoi Simțind mirosul duminicii de pui fript de pe la cineva. Și Doamne, m-a purtat în urmă la ce-am pierdut Undeva, cumva prin calea mea
Apoi trecui strada pustie Şi mirosii pui fript duminica de cineva. Şi, Doamne, mi-amintii de ceva pe care Undeva, pe drum, îl pierdusem cumva
Peste drum când am trecut, A pui prăjit, ce bine, Doamne, mirosea! Imaginea unui trecut, demult uitat, în minte-mi renăştea
Apoi am trecut strada și m-a ajuns mirosul duminicii de la ierbuşoara fumată de careva. Of, Cristoase, asta m-a dus cu gândul înapoi la ceva ce-am pierdut undeva, cumva, cândva
Apoi am traversat strada Adulmecând mirosul fripturii de duminică. Și, doamne, mi-am amintit de ceva ce pierdusem Undeva, cumva pe drum
Apoi am traversat strada Şi-am prins din zbor mirosul de duminică al unui pui ce se prăjea, Şi, Doamne, asta mi-a amintit de ceva ce pierdusem Undeva, cumva, de-a lungul drumului
Strada-am trecut-o mai apoi, Către un miros de pui prăjit visat ades, Și asta gându-mi duse, Doamne, la ce-am pierdut Pe undeva, cândva în drumul meu
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