Текст песни Deep Perple - House Of The Rising Sun
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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk 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 Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one В Новом Орлеане есть место, Называемое Дом Восходящего Солнца Там закончилась жизнь многих ребят из бедных кварталов И, видит бог, я знаю, что я - один из них. Моя мама была швеей Это она сшила мне новые голубые джинсы, А мой отец был игроком В Новом Орлеане Пойми, все, что нужно игроку в жизни - Чемодан и грузовичок, А доволен он только тогда, Когда вдребезги пьян Мама, скажи своим детям Не повторять моих ошибок, Не прожигать жизнь в пороке и страданиях В Доме Восходящего Солнца Я стою одной ногой на платформе, А второй на ступеньках вагона, Я возвращаюсь в Новый Орлеан, Чтобы вновь надеть на себя эти оковы Знаешь, в Новом Орлеане есть место, Называемое Дом Восходящего Солнца Там закончилась жизнь многих ребят из бедных кварталов И, видит бог, я знаю, что я - один из них Смотрите также:
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin 'man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
It is when he's on a drunk
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
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin 'back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
In New Orleans, there is a place,
Called House of the Rising Sun
They ended the life of many children
poor neighborhoods
And, God knows, I know, I - one of them.
My mother was a seamstress
It was she who made me a new blue jeans,
And my father was a player
In New Orleans
Look, all you need in life player -
Suitcase and truck,
And it is satisfied only if
When the pieces drunk
Mother, tell your children
Do not repeat my mistakes,
Do not live it in vice and suffering
In the House of the Rising Sun
I stand with one foot on the platform,
And the other on the steps of the car,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To again put on the shackles
You know, New Orleans is the place
Called House of the Rising Sun
They ended the life of many children
poor neighborhoods
And, God knows, I know, I - one of them
