There are in New Orleans house alone,
Known as the sun rises .
He ruined many unfortunate guys .
Bozhus , I did this myself !
Dressmaker was my poor mother -
For memory 's jeans on me ,
Gambler - that's who my father was
At New Orleans the day.
And what is necessary in the life of that player ? -
Only case , but in the hand glass.
Was he happy with life at the time only that ,
When he was dead drunk .
Oh, mother , children, do not let me
Pathway that leads to the bottom .
That greed and sin, they do not become destiny
In the House , where the sun rises .
And I was with platform step into the car,
That goes back to Orleans .
Where long walk in chains I was doomed,
Dragging iron ball .
There are in New Orleans house alone,
Known as the sun rises .
He ruined many unfortunate guys .
Bozhus , I'm myself so ...
House & quot; Rising Sun & quot; (translated by Dmitry Popov from Novokuznetsk )
In New Orleans, there is a house ,
It is called the "House of the Rising Sun ."
How many young souls were ruined there!
And , God knows, mine too .
My mother was a seamstress ,
She made me a new pair of jeans.
My father was a player
In New Orleans .
All that you need a player
This suitcase and wheels.
Father felt satisfaction
Only when he was dead drunk .
Oh, mother , punish children
Do not do as I do,
Do not drag the squalid life of the sinner
In the "House of the Rising Sun "
One foot on the platform,
Other on the steps of the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
To carry his cross .
Well, New Orleans is home
It is called the "House of the Rising Sun ."
How many young souls were ruined there!
And God knows mine too ....