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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. | No top translation
Hát felébredtem én, vasárnap reggel volt,
És sehogy nem volt jó a fejem, mindenhogyan fájt.
A sör, amit regglire ittam, nem volt rossz,
Úgyhogy desszertnek ittam még egyet.
Aztán a szekrényből előtúrtam
A legtisztább koszos ingemet.
Majd arcot mostam és megfésültem a hajamat
Lebotladoztam a lépcsőn és kezdődhetett a nap.
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No top translation | Segment #1: Sunday Mornin' Comin' DownThis segment does not have a "best" translation. In order for a translation to be considered the best, it must have been rated by at least three others, and have a minimum overall average rating of 3.0. View all translations of this segment » Segment #2: 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.Top-rated translation Hát felébredtem én, vasárnap reggel volt, És sehogy nem volt jó a fejem, mindenhogyan fájt. A sör, amit regglire ittam, nem volt rossz, Úgyhogy desszertnek ittam még egyet Matching translation submitted in 1 entry: | Rating stats| Overall | Quality | Accuracy |
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Segment #3: 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.Top-rated translation Aztán a szekrényből előtúrtam A legtisztább koszos ingemet. Majd arcot mostam és megfésültem a hajamat Lebotladoztam a lépcsőn és kezdődhetett a nap Matching translation submitted in 1 entry: | Rating stats| Overall | Quality | Accuracy |
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| 3.58 | 3.5 (2 ratings) | 3.67 (3 ratings) |
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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.This segment does not have a "best" translation. In order for a translation to be considered the best, it must have been rated by at least three others, and have a minimum overall average rating of 3.0. View all translations of this segment » Segment #5: 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.This segment does not have a "best" translation. In order for a translation to be considered the best, it must have been rated by at least three others, and have a minimum overall average rating of 3.0. View all translations of this segment » Segment #6: 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.This segment does not have a "best" translation. In order for a translation to be considered the best, it must have been rated by at least three others, and have a minimum overall average rating of 3.0. View all translations of this segment » 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.This segment does not have a "best" translation. In order for a translation to be considered the best, it must have been rated by at least three others, and have a minimum overall average rating of 3.0. View all translations of this segment » Segment #8: 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.This segment does not have a "best" translation. In order for a translation to be considered the best, it must have been rated by at least three others, and have a minimum overall average rating of 3.0. View all translations of this segment » Segment #9: Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
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