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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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Source text segment #8

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 (5 total; 5 unique)

V parku uviděl jsem tátu Jak houpe smějící se holčičku Poslouchal jsem pak před nedělní školou Jaké písně zpívají, bratříčku
V parku jsem zahlídnul veselou rodinu, holčička s tatínkem, smích šimral ve vzduchu. Nad vchodem do kostela andílci líbezní, zaslech' jsem písně, co se tam zpívaly
V parku taťka s dcerkou, která na houpačce radost netají. U nedělní školy jsem se zaposlouchal, co si zpívají
V parku jsem uviděl tátu se smějící se malou holčičkou kterou on houpal. Zastavil jsem se vedle nedělní školy a poslouchal píseň kterou zpívali
V parku jsem viděl tatínka jak houpá smějící se holčičku. A u nedělní školy postál jsem chviličku a poslouchal jsem písně, které pěly

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