Source text in English — View comments about this source text » | Translation by Norhidayah Azizan (X) (#14927) |
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. | Pagi Ahad Yang Terbit Aku bangun di pagi Ahad Tanpa cara mendokong kepala yang perit Bersama sarapan bir itu bukanlah aneh Diteguk sekali lagi ketika pencuci mulut Digeledah almari mencari pakaian Dan terjumpa baju kotor terbersih Aku cuci mukaku dan rambut disisir Dilangkah tangga untuk bertemu hari Mindaku diasapi malam sebelumnya Dengan rokok bersama pilihan runut lagu Aku nyalakannya dan melihat si kecil Dia bermain menyepak sebiji tin Aku merentas ke seberang jalan Tersingkap bau masakan ayam Ahad Oh tuhan, aku sememangnya sungguh kehilangan Sesuatu di dalam satu perjalanan Di pinggir jalan Ahad ini Aku berharap Tuhan, khayalkan diriku Kerana sesuatu tentang Ahad Buatku sentiasa kesunyian Tiada yang sulit seperti kematian Dengan hampir kesunyian setiap runut bunyi Di pinggir jalan sepi ini Apabila pagi Ahad mula terbit Di taman aku melihat seorang ayah Dengan ketawa gadis kecil di buaian Aku berhenti sejenak di sekolah Ahad Mendengar lagu mereka nyanyikan Aku turun jauh di jalan itu Dari jauh dentingan loceng bermain Gemanya tersebar di ngarai ini Ibarat hilangnya mimpi hari semalam |