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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 (10 total; 10 unique)

Eu havia enfumaçado minha mente na noite anterior Com cigarros e músicas que eu peguei. Mas eu acendi o meu primeiro e assisti um menininho Brincando com uma lata que ele estava chutando
Fumei pra valer na noite passada Escolhendo os cigarros e as canções Acendi o primeiro e vi um molequinho Brincando com uma lata que chutava
Eu havia fumado minha mente na noite passada Entre cigarros e canções que estive recolhendo. Mas acendi o primeiro e vi uma pequena criança Brincando de chutar uma lata
Na noite anterior, eu fumara até a mente virar um borrão, com cigarros e canções que fui pegando. Mas acendi o meu primeiro e vi um menininho brincar com uma lata que ele estava chutando
Eu fumei minha mente a noite passada, Com cigarros e músicas que ia pegando. Mas acendi meu primeiro e vi uma criança pequena Brincando com uma lata que ela chutava
Eu havia esfumaçado minha mente na noite anterior Com cigarros e canções que tinha escolhido. Mas acendi o meu primeiro e fiquei olhando uma criança Brincando de chutar a lata
Tinha embaçado minha mente na noite anterior Com cigarros e canções que andei catando. Mas acendi o meu primeiro e observei um menino Que brincava, uma lata chutando
E a ressaca foi batendo forte, O fígado e o pulmão num repique. Nem aí fumei mais um, pra ver Um guri jogando bola, cheio de pique
Eu havia defumado a minha mente na noite anterior Com cigarros e músicas que eu estava escolhendo. Mas eu acendi o meu primeiro e vi uma criança pequena Brincando com uma lata que ele estava chutando
Eu tinha fumado tanto à noite Cigarros e canções que escolhia Mas acendi o primeiro e olhei um garotinho Que brincava chutando uma lata
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