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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.

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The line "With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt" has a clever double meaning since the phrase "to hold one's head" can mean "to feel good about one self" or "walking with dignity and/or integrity". However it can also be interpreted literally.
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Attention aux erreurs de trad sur le 2e vers "No way...that didn't hurt" signifie "toutes les façons me faisaient mal". En + "hold my head" c'est aussi "tenir la tête haute", double meaning! Les meilleures trad ne rappellent que c'est une chanson ! Brav
Bueno, me desperté el Domingo por la mañana Sin saber como mantener mi cabeza sin dolor. Y la cerveza tomada en el desayuno estuvo más o menos. De ese modo, comí un postre más.
The only one that I can actually sing to the original tune
the arabic translation is not correct.
This translation could have been more economical and poetic especially
لم أجد طريقة and على سبيل التحلية
I think my translated poetry/song with source text as above is better than 6 followers(entries). Unfortunately, my translated poetry/song could not be showed on the page. Ha..ha..
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Bueno, me desperté el Domingo por la mañana sin manera de sostener mi cabeza para que no doliera . Y la cerveza que tuve para el desayuno no estaba mal, así que tuve una más para el postre.
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Λοιπόν ξύπνησα, της Κυριακής το πρωινό
δίχως τόπο να κρατάω το κεφάλι μου που να μη με πονάει.
Και η μπίρα που είχα πιει το πρόγευμα δεν ήτανε
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Y bien, me levante el domingo por la mañana sin nada que sostubiera mi cabeza que no dolia. Y la cerveza que tome por desayuno no estaba mala, asi que me tome otra de postre.

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#1 Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down (10)

#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. (10)

#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. (6)

#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. (8)

#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. (7)

#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. (7)

#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. (6)

#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. (2)

#9 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. (5)