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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 #4

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.
Rank by:
+10
picking : Johnny Cash played guitar, so it could be a reference to guitar picking as well...
+4
I meant Kris Kristofferson....
+1
Anoche colme mi mente del humo
de cigarrillos y de canciones punteadas.
Igual ya encendí el primero mientras
miraba a un pequeño que una lata pateaba.
Like Kris in English ending in "..in", these lines end in "..adas and ..aba"

In der Nacht zuvor betäubte ich meinen Geist mit Zigaretten und von mir ausgesuchten Liedern.Aber als ich die erste anzündete, sah ich ein kleines, spielendes Kind mit einer Dose, die es trat.
Me habia fumado my mente anoche con cigarros y canciones que habia estado seleccionando. Pero al prender el primero vi a un niño jugando con una lata que la estaba pateando
Había fumado mi mente la noche pasada Con cigarrillos y canciones que hube estado seleccionando. Pero encendí mi primero y observé un niñito Jugando con una lata que el estaba pateando.
Σαν καπνό είχα κάνει το μυαλό μου ψες
με τσιγάρα και τραγούδια διαλεκτά μου.
Αλλ' άναψα το πρώτο μου και έβλεπα ένα παιδάκι
που έπαιζε κλοτσώ
Noć prije mozak sam napušio
cigaretama i pjesmama koje sam si birao.
Al' zapalih prvu pa dječaka u igri ugledah -
limenku je našutavao.

Translations of this segment (7 total; 7 unique)

Kvällen innan det gick mitt liv upp i rök Ett par cigg och karaoke på en bar. Men jag drog ett bloss och såg en grabb leka med en burk som någon lämnat kvar
Natten innan hade jag rökt in mitt sinne med cigaretter och sånger jag valt. Men jag tände min första och betraktade ett litet barn som lekte med en burk som han sparkade
Jag hade rökt in min skalle kvällen innan Med cigaretter och låtar jag knäppt fram. Men jag tände min första och såg en liten grabb Leka med en burk som han sparkade
Kvällen före hade jag rökt mig bort med cigaretter och sånger jag valt ut. Men nu tände jag min första cigg, och iakttog en liten grabb som lekte med en burk han sparka' kring
Jag rökte genom sinnet igår natt med cigaretter, och sånger som jag hitta. Tände min första och såg ett litet barn leka med en burk som han vifta
Mitt huvud var fullt av rök sedan igår natt med cigarretter och sånger jag plockat upp. Medan jag tände dagens första fann jag att jag tittat på barnet som sparkade boll med en burk han hittat
Kvällen innan hade jag berusat mig med cigaretter och utvalda sånger. Men jag tände min första och betraktade ett lekande småbarn som sparkade på en tomburk
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