Текст песни Chuck Berry - Go Johnny Go

Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Там, где Луизиана, Новый Орлеан,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
В глуши, среди лесов и заливных полян,
There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood
Стоял с земельным полом деревянный сруб,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Где жил простой парнишка, звали Джонни Би Гуд.
Who never learned to read or write so well
Он не умел нормально читать-писать,
But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell
Но на гитаре играл, как только Бог может дать.

Go, go!
Давай!
Go, Johnny go, go, go!
Джонни, давай, давай!
Go, Johnny go, go, go!
Джонни, давай, давай!
Go, Johnny go, go, go!
Джонни, давай, давай!


Go, Johnny go, go, go!
Джонни, давай, давай!
Go, go, Johnny, be good!
Давай, Джонни, будь добр!

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Носил свою гитару в джутовом мешке,
Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track
Садился от "железки" он невдалеке.
An engineer could see him sitting in the shade
Его в тени деревьев видел машинист,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made
И в ритм с его гитарой поезда неслись.
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Прохожие стояли, говоря о нём:
Oh my, how that little country boy could play
"О, Боже, как играет это паренёк!"

His mother told him, 'Someday you will be a man
А матушка сказала: "Вырастешь, сынок,
You will be the leader of a big old band
Возглавишь свою группу, как настанет срок.
Many people coming from miles around
Люди будут ехать за много миль,
To hear you play your music when the sun goes down
Чтоб вечером услышать твой волшебный стиль.
And maybe someday your name will be in lights
И, может быть, когда-то огни зажгут:
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight'
"Выступает Джонни Би Гуд!"

Deep Down in Louisiana Close to New Orleans
Where Louisiana, New Orleans,
Way Back Up in the Woods Among The Evergreens
In the wilderness, among forests and fuel pollasts,
THERE STOOD AN LOG CABIN MADE OF EARTH AND WOOD
Stood with a land floor wooden log house,
Where Lived A Country Boy Named Johnny B. Goode
Where a simple guy lived, called Johnny Bi Hood.
WHO NEVER LEARNED TO READ OR WRITE SO WELL
He did not know how to read normally read-write,
But He Could Play A Guitar Just Like Ringing A Bell
But the guitar played as soon as God can give.

GO, Go!
Let's!
Go, Johnny Go, Go, Go!
Johnny, come on, come on!
Go, Johnny Go, Go, Go!
Johnny, come on, come on!
Go, Johnny Go, Go, Go!
Johnny, come on, come on!


Go, Johnny Go, Go, Go!
Johnny, come on, come on!
Go, Go, Johnny, Be Good!
Come on, Johnny, be kind!

He Used to Carry His Guitar in a Gunny Sack
Wore his guitar in the jute bag,
Sat Beneath The Tree by The Railroad Track
He sat down from the "piece of iron" he is not far away.
An Engineer Could See Him Sitting In The Shade
Its in the shade of the trees saw a driver,
Strumming With The Rhythm That The Drivers Made
And in rhythm with his guitar trains rushed.
The People Passing By, They Would Stop and Say
Paschers stood, speaking of him:
Oh My, How That Little Country Boy Could Play
"Oh, God, how it plays a guy!"

His Mother Told Him, 'Someday You Will Be a man
And Mother said: "Grow, son,
You Will Be The Leader of a Big Old Band
Wrong your group how the term will come.
Many People COMING From Miles Around
People will go for a lot of miles,
To Hear You Play Your Music When the Sun Goes Down
To hear your magic style in the evening.
And Maybe Someday Your Name Will Be In Lights
And maybe sometime lights will be lit:
Saying Johnny B. GOODE TONIGHT '
"Perfect Johnny Bi Hood!"