There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
В Нью - Орлеане есть один дом -
Там , где встречают рассвет ...
Под гневом толпы и по воле небес -
рухнул он в пыль и исчез.
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Была моя мать портнихой простой ,
Шила мне джинсы ночами .
Был человеком игры отец мой -
там , в Нью - Орлеане.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
Только две вещи нужны игроку :
Котомка и дружба мужская .
Но счастлив быть может он только тогда ,
На бочку когда залезает.
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
О мать , ты должна своим детям сказать :
Не тратьте себя , как отец !
Не нужно ходить вам , чтоб жизнь прожигать
В дом , где встречают рассвет.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Одной я ногой на платформе стою ,
Другая нога уж в пути .
Назад, в этот город лежит мой маршрут :
Там скованы цепи судьбы.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Назад, возвращаюсь я в Нью - Орлеан -
Почти завершен мой забег .
Последние ставки - последний стакан -
Последний встречаю рассвет.
And God I know I'm one...
Ну вот , уже Нью - Орлеан , вот и дом -
там , где рассвет встречают .
Тысячи душ - и моя среди них -
Там вновь и вновь пропадают.
вроде правильно)))))) если нет - кто знает - сообщите;)))
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
There is one house in New Orleans -
Where they meet the dawn ...
Under the wrath of the crowd and by the will of heaven -
he collapsed into dust and disappeared.
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in new orleans
My mother was a dressmaker simple,
Sewed me jeans at night.
My father was a man of the game -
there in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
Only two things a player needs:
Cat and male friendship.
But he can be happy only if
On the barrel when it climbs.
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
Oh mother, you must tell your children:
Do not waste yourself like a father!
You don’t have to go to burn your life
To the house where they meet the dawn.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I stand alone on the platform,
The other leg is on the way.
Back to this city lies my route:
The chains of fate are bound there.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Back, I'm coming back to New Orleans -
My race is almost over.
Last bets - last glass -
Last meet the dawn.
And God I know I'm one ...
Well, now New Orleans, here’s the house -
where the dawn is met.
Thousands of souls - and mine among them -
There they disappear again and again.
seems to be correct)))))) if not - who knows - let me know;)))
