Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way 好了，我醒了周日早上，有没有办法

To hold my head that didn't hurt 要保持我的头说没有伤害

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

So I had one more for desert. 所以，我有一个多为沙漠。

   

Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes 然后，我通过我的衣柜里摸索着我的衣服

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

And I shaved my face and combed my hair 我剃光我的脸，梳理我的头发

Stumbled down the stair to meet the day. 迷迷糊糊倒在楼梯迎接新的一天。

   

Well, I'd smoke my mind the night before 好吧，我以前抽烟我心中的夜

With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking 与香烟和歌曲，我一直在捡

But I lit my first and watched the small kid 但我点燃我的第一个，看着小羊羔皮

Cussing the can that he was kicking. 谩骂，他踢罐子。

   

Then I crossed the empty street and caught 然后我穿过空荡荡的街道和抓

The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken 星期天的气味有人炒鸡肉

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

That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way. ，我会莫名其妙地丢失了，一路上的地方。

   

On the Sunday morning sidewalk 上周日上午人行道

Wishing Lord, that I was stoned 愿主阿，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

Makes a body feel alone. 让身体感到孤独。

   

And there's nothing sure to dying 并没有什么一定要死于

Half as lonesome as the sound 一半寂寞的声音

On the sleeping city sidewalk 在沉睡的城市人行道

And Sunday morning coming down. 周日早上下来。

   

In the park I saw a daddy 在公园里我看到了爸爸

With the laughin' little girl that he was swinging 随着他在摆动嘲笑“小女孩

Then I stopped beside a Sunday school 然后，我主日学校旁边停

Listened to the songs they were singing. 听了他们唱的歌曲。

   

I headed back for home and somewhere far away 我回到了家，某个遥远的地方

A lonely bell was ringing 一个孤独的钟声响起

And it echoed through the canyons 并通过峡谷回荡

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

   

On the Sunday morning sidewalk 上周日上午人行道

Wishing Lord, that I was stoned 愿主阿，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

Makes a body feel alone... 让身体感到孤独...