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Poetry with a tune: "Translation of Lyrics" » English to Bulgarian

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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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There were 4 entries submitted in this pair during the submission phase. The winning entry was determined based on finals round voting by peers.

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Entry #14623 — Discuss 0
Bela Vasileva
Bela Vasileva
United Kingdom
Winner
Voting points1st2nd3rd
6816 x404 x1
Rating typeOverallQualityAccuracy
Segments2.753.28 (15 ratings)2.22 (8 ratings)
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Entry #14866 — Discuss 0
Voting points1st2nd3rd
5911 x46 x23 x1
Rating typeOverallQualityAccuracy
Segments2.532.72 (13 ratings)2.33 (8 ratings)
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  • 1 user entered 4 "like" tags
  • 2 users agreed with "likes" (2 total agrees)
  • 1 user disagreed with "likes" (1 total disagree)
-1
В гардероба после бръкнах и най-немръсната си риза аз избрах. Лицето си измих, косата сресах и навън се затътрих да срещна деня.
Good term selection
Чудесен ри​тъм
Christo Metschkaroff
+1
Ума си предната вечер замъглих с цигари и с песни – и пак, и пак! Но нова палнах и погледах как едно момче консерва рита с крак.
Good term selection
Чудесен ри​тъм
Christo Metschkaroff
Сутринта в неделя си казах: „Да се бях напушил със трева!“, че има нещо в този ден, което носи самота,
Flows well
чудесен ри​тъм
Christo Metschkaroff
+1
В парка един баща видях да люшка смеещото си момиченце и да послушам детския хор, до едно неделно училище се спрях.
Good term selection
Ритъм запа​зен
Christo Metschkaroff
Entry #14398 — Discuss 0
Maria Popova
Maria Popova
Bulgaria
Voting points1st2nd3rd
558 x410 x23 x1
Rating typeOverallQualityAccuracy
Segments3.443.11 (14 ratings)3.78 (10 ratings)
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  • 1 user entered 2 "like" tags
Eх, събудих се в неделя сутринта С натежала и боляща глава. И бирата за закуска ми дойде добре Затова за десерт изпих още една
Good term selection
Чудесен ри​тъм
Christo Metschkaroff
На тротоара в неделното утро Ми се искаше, Господи, да съм пиян Защото има нещо в неделята, Което ме кара да се чувствам сам.
Flows well
Запазен ри​тъм
Christo Metschkaroff
Entry #14594 — Discuss 0
Voting points1st2nd3rd
91 x42 x21 x1
Rating typeOverallQualityAccuracy
Segments2.892.67 (11 ratings)3.11 (8 ratings)
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