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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 3 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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Source text segment #7

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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Nothing less than (the experience of) dying comes even close to the sense of loneliness....you feel when you are standing alone on an empty city sidewalk as Sunday morning unfolds. Sunday morning is when families eat, pray and play together.
what is the meaning of there's nothing short a'dying that's half as lonesome as
After all the previous lines and the poet's experience they hold within, the author's now referring to Sunday as approaching its end after explaining that being lonesome on a Sunday morning throughout is a morbid feeling that's pretty close to death.
yep, definetly hard to translate..but poetry allow many figures of speech

I ništa ne usporava umiranje
ni prepolovljena samoća
kao zvuk s pločnika zaspalog grada
ni nedjeljnog jutra svitanje
-1
Y no hay nada por doquier en la muerte Que estar medio solo mientras el sonido De las cuadras del Domingo de la mañana llega.
-2
I suppose this segment is the hardest to translate for every entry.Because if we use meta-phrases for this segment,it will be weird strained Japanese phrases.I think that "there's nothing short a'dying "means no sound on sidewalk as in a ghost-town.

Translations of this segment (3 total; 3 unique)

En het is als erg als doodgaan Niets is als eenzaam als de klank Van de slapende stad op straat Zondagochtend die jou vergat
En sterven is nog niet half zo eenzaam als het geluid van het trottoir in de slapende stad en de zondagochtend die komt eraan
Alleen je allerlaatste uurtje wordt door minder eenzaamheid verstomd dan een doodse stoep op zondag, als je weer op aarde komt

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