Source text in English — View comments about this source text » | Translation by Yoshino S (#14855) |
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. | 日曜日の朝がくる そう、僕は日曜日の朝に目が覚める 痛くない頭をかかえられず 朝食に頂いたビールは悪くない じゃあデザートにもう一杯やろうか クローゼットをいじくり回して ましな汚れたシャツを見つける 顔を洗って髪にブラシをかけ 階段を転がりおりて一日が始まる 僕の心は昨夜燃やしてしまった タバコと弾き語った歌によって 火をつけて、子供を見た 子供は空き缶を蹴って遊んでた そして僕は道を渡った 誰かがチキンを焼いている匂い 神様、僕が無くした何かを思い出したんだ どこかでどうかして無くしちまった何か 日曜日の朝の歩道 神様、僕は願う。僕は呆然としていた。 日曜日は特別な日なんだ 独りっきりの感覚が襲う 死ぬのは簡単だ そんなに孤独なもんでもない 眠っている都市の歩道 日曜日の朝がやってくる 公園にいる父親 彼の娘をブランコにのせて 日曜学校の横でふと立ち止まる 歌っている歌を聴く そして僕は道をゆく 淋しいベルがなっている こだまになり響き渡る 昨日の夢が消えていくように |