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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:Все тексты ас-дс >>> |
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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
In New Orleans, there is a place
Called House of the Rising Sun
There ended the life of many children
from poor neighborhoods
And God knows , I know that I - one of them.
My mother was a seamstress
It was she who made me a new pair of blue jeans ,
And my father was a player
In New Orleans
Look, all you need a player in my life -
Suitcase and truck ,
And it is satisfied only if
When pieces drunk
Mama , tell your children
Do not repeat my mistakes ,
Do not live it in the vice and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
I stand with one foot on the platform,
A second on the steps of the car,
I'm going back to New Orleans
Again to put on these fetters
You know, in New Orleans is a place
Called House of the Rising Sun
There ended the life of many children
from poor neighborhoods
And God knows , I know that I - one of them
