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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 7 entries submitted in this pair during the submission phase.

Entries submitted in this pair were rated on a per-segment basis. Listed below are all submitted translations of each individual source text segment.

Submitted segment translations

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 (7 total; 7 unique)

Sen började jag gå neråt gatan, och nånstans långt bort ljöd en ensam klocka då, och den genljöd genom dalgången likt drömmar från igår som svinner bort
Sedan gick jag nedför gatan, nånstans långt bort en ensam klocka runga, den ekade genom dalen, likt tynande drömmar i den tysta sovsalen
Sedan gav jag mig av neråt gatan, Och någonstans långt borta ringde en ensam klocka, Och den ekade genom ravinen Som de försvinnande drömmarna från igår
Sen gick jag vidare nedför gatan, och någonstans i fjärran klämtade en ensam klocka och ekot ljöd genom ravinen likt gårdagens svunna drömmar
Sedan begav jag mig nerför gatan, och någonstans långt borta ljöd en ensam klocka, den ekade genom dalen som gårdagens flyende drömmar
Sedan gick jag raskt nerför gatan och någonstans långt borta ringde en kyrkklocka så det ekade igenom hela dalen, precis som i gårdagens försvunna drömmar
Sedan gick jag nerför gatan och plötsligt klämtade en klocka för mig. Den ekade över staden som de drömmarna som bara försvann igår
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