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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.

There were 6 entries submitted in this pair during the submission phase.

Entries submitted in this pair were rated on a per-segment basis. Listed below are all submitted translations of each individual source text segment.

Submitted segment translations

Translations submitted for each source text segment are listed below. Segments have had surrounding punctuation stripped, and the resulting identical segments have been grouped together, so each listed translation should differ, but the difference may be subtle (eg. internal punctuation or diacritics).

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Source text segment #6

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.
Rank by:
+13
Stoned here refers to wanting to feel completely numb through smoking pot, or drinking, to avoid feeling so lonely
Στου Κυριακάτικου πρωινού το πεζοδρόμιο,
εύχομαι, Κύριε, να ήμουν μεθυσμένος.
Γιατί, μέσα σε μια Κυριακή κάτι υπάρχει
που να κάνει το κορμί ν
Stoned può essere tradotto in molti modi, ma "STONATO"????
Na pločniku jutrom u nedjelju,
želim, Bože, da sam opijen,
jer ima nešto u nedjeljnom danu
što tijelo osamljuje
周日早上，人行道上，我祈求着，主啊，让我变得铁石心肠吧。不知何事，周日总让人倍感孤单。
-1
Does 'stoned' have double meaning? I also wonder whether this text has religious connotation. I got this impression by reading comments on YouTube.
-6
En la mañana del Domingo durante mi paseo, Estoy deseando, Señor, que fuera apedreado. Porque el Domingo tiene algo que hace mi cuerpo estar en la soledad.

Translations of this segment (6 total; 6 unique)

Bir Pazar sabahı kaldırımında, Zom olmuş olmayı dilerdim, Tanrım. Zira var bir şeyler bir Pazar gününde Yalnızlığını hissettiren bedene
Bir Pazar sabahı kaldırımda Tanrı'dan kör kütük olmayı diledim. Çünkü Pazar günlerinde İnsanı yalnız hissettiren bir şeyler var
Bir Pazar sabahı kaldırımda yürürken, Dilerim Tanrım kendimden geçeyim. Çünkü bu Pazar günlerinde İnsanı yalnız hissettiren bir şeyler var
Pazar sabahında kaldırımda, Tanrıdan zil zurna olmayı diliyorum. Çünkü Pazar günündeki bir şey İnsanı yalnız hissettiriyor
Bir Pazar sabahı kaldırımında, Diledim; Tanrım, keşke kafam güzel olsaydı. Çünkü Pazar gününde bir şey var Bedeni yalnız hissettiren
Bu pazar sabahı kaldırımında yürürken, Tanrım, kafam güzel olsun isterdim. Çünkü pazar gününde öyle bir şey var ki Bedene yalnızlık hissi veriyor
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