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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.

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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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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.
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"Dio" doesn´t have an accent...

Apart from the spelling mistake, to me the translation sounds somehow more informal than the original text.
Y partí, calle abajo.
En algún rincón lejano tañía solitaria una campana.
Su eco rebotaba en el barranco,
sueño de ayer ya sin mañana.
Uputih se niz ulicu zatim,
a udarac usamljenog zvona
u dolini poput snova nestalih jučer
odjeknuo je daleko negdje.
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De ahí mientras caminaba en la calle, por algún lugar sonaba una campana solitaria, Y dió un eco por el cañón Como los sueños del ayer que desaparecían.
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Uputih se niz ulicu zatim,
a udarac usamljenog zvona
u dolini poput snova nestalih jučer
odjeknuo je daleko negdje.

Translations of this segment (6 total; 6 unique)

Potem sem odšel po cesti In nekje daleč proč zvonil je osamljen zvonec, In odmeval po kanjonu Kot izginjajoče včerajšnje sanje
Nato po ulici sem se namenil in osamljen zvonec je zazvonil daleč stran nekje, odmeval je po vsem kanjonu, kot zbledele sanje včerajšnjega dne
Zatem sem šel po ulici, nekje daleč stran je odbil samotni zvon, zdelo se je, da po kanjonu slišijo odmevi izginjajočih včerajšnjih sanj
Ko sem šel dol po ulici je klical osamljeni zvon nekje daleč proč in odmeval po soteski, kot tiste moje izginjajoče sanje od nekoč
Pa sem šel nazaj po ul'ci, nekje daleč stran je osamljen zvon donel, in odmeval je čez kanjon kot bledeče sanje včerajšnjega dne
Nato sem se po ulici napotil, nekje daleč osamljen zvonček je zvonil, In odmeval vzdolž betona, kot sanje, ki sem jih v pivu utopil
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