Текст песни Heavy Young Heathens - 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 Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gamblin' man Down 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 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'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 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 Есть в Нью-Орлеане дом один, Известный как Солнца Восход. Он многих несчастных парней загубил. Божусь, я ведь сам такой! Портнихой была моя бедная мать – На память вот джинсы на мне, Азартный игрок – вот кто был мой отец На Нью-Орлеанском дне. А что нужно в жизни тому игроку? - Лишь кейс, да в руке стакан. Был жизнью доволен он в пору лишь ту, Когда был мертвецки пьян. Ох, мамы, детей не пускайте за мной Тропой, что на дно ведет. Чтоб алчность и грех им не стали судьбой В том Доме, где Солнце Встает. А я уж с платформы ступаю в вагон, Что едет назад в Орлеан. Где долго в цепях я ходить обречен, Таская чугунный шар. Есть в Нью-Орлеане дом один, Известный как Солнца Восход. Он многих несчастных парней загубил. Божусь, я ведь сам такой… 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
I sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin 'man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
It is when he's all 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'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
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
There is a house in New Orleans alone,
Known as the sun rises.
It is unfortunate many guys ruined.
Bozhus, because I myself am!
The dressmaker was my poor mother -
For memory's jeans on me
Gambler - that's what my father
In New Orleans the day.
What need in your life that player? -
Only the case, but the glass in his hand.
I was he happy with life at the time only that,
When I was dead drunk.
Oh, mother, children, do not let me
Path that leads to the bottom.
That greed and sin they did not fate
In the House, where the sun rises.
And I was stepping off the platform into the train,
That goes back to Orleans.
Where in chains for a long time I walk doomed
TASK iron ball.
There is a house in New Orleans alone,
Known as the sun rises.
It is unfortunate many guys ruined.
Bozhus, I'm a very ...
