Source text in English — View comments about this source text » | Translation by Chiaki Shimoyama (#14419) — Winner |
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. | 日曜の朝に埋もれて 日曜の朝に目が覚めると どう支えたって 痛む頭。 朝飯代わりのビールが割と美味くて デザート分に もう一本。 クローゼットで汚れた服をかき分け まだマシな一枚を見つけ出す。 顔を洗って クシを入れたら 階段を転げ落ちるようにして 出かけるんだ。 夕べのタバコと聴いてた曲のせいで ぼーっとしてるって言うのに 今日の一本目に火を点けて 缶蹴で遊ぶ子供を見つめるんだ。 通りを横切ると ふと何処からか漂う 鶏を焼くにおい。日曜だな。 ああ神様、どこか遠くに忘れてきた 懐かしい何かを思い出す。 日曜の朝の歩道に一人 ああ神様、酔っぱらっていたいよ。 日曜は独ぼっちな自分が ことのほか 身に沁みるから。 ヒト気の無い歩道の音は 何よりも寂しいもんだね。 それでも生きてるだけ マシなのか。 そんな日曜の朝に 埋もれて行く。 公園では 父親が ブランコで笑う幼い少女の背を押してる。 日曜学校の前で ふと足を止めて 歌声に耳を傾けてみる。 再び 街へとくり出すと どこか遠くから聞こえる 寂しげな鐘の音が ビルの谷間に響き渡る。 まるで 消えて行く過去の夢のように。 |