Well I woke up Sunday morning 星期天早上好，我就醒了

With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt 有没有办法来握住我的头，说没伤

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, 而啤酒我的早餐还不错，

So I had one more for dessert. 所以，我有一个更甜点。

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes 然后，我通过我的衣服里摸索在我的衣柜里

And found my cleanest dirty shirt. 发现我的干净的脏衬衫。

Then I washed my face and combed my hair 然后，我洗了把脸，梳好头发

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day. 跌跌撞撞下楼迎接新的一天。

   

I'd smoked my mind the night before 我以前想抽我的脑海夜

With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin' 与香烟和歌曲，我一直接下去“

But I lit my first and watched a small kid 但我点燃我的第一个，看着一个小小子

Playin' with a can that he was kicking 儿戏了，他踢罐

Then I walked across the street 然后，我在街对面走去

And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken 一把抓住了周日的气味某人的fryin 鸡

And it took me back to somethin' 它把我带回事端

That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way. 我已经失去了某处，不知何故，一路上。

   

On a Sunday morning sidewalk 在一个星期天的早晨人行道

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 我希望上帝，我被人投掷石块

'Cause there's something in a Sunday 因为有什么东西在一个星期天

That makes a body feel alone. 这使身体感到孤独。

And there's nothin' short of dyin' 而且也没什么短快要枯萎

That's half as lonesome as the sound 这是一半寂寞的声音

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk à睡城人行道

And Sunday mornin' comin' down. 周日早上，坠落下来。

   

In the park I saw a daddy 在公园里我看到了爸爸

With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin' 用嘲笑“他是谁荡秋千的小女孩

And I stopped beside a Sunday school 我和主日学校旁边停

And listened to the songs they were singin' 并听取了他们欢唱的歌曲

Then I headed down the street 然后，我率领在街上

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin' 与某个遥远的地方孤独的钟声在响

And it echoed thru the canyon 它呼应直通峡谷

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday. 像昨天的消失梦想。

   

On a Sunday morning sidewalk 在一个星期天的早晨人行道

I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned 我希望上帝，我被人投掷石块

'Cause there's something in a Sunday 因为有什么东西在一个星期天

That makes a body feel alone. 这使身体感到孤独。

And there's nothin' short of dyin' 而且也没什么短快要枯萎

That's half as lonesome as the sound 这是一半寂寞的声音

Of a sleepin' city sidewalk à睡城人行道

And Sunday mornin' comin' down. 周日早上，坠落下来。