Текст песни Bon Jovi - The 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
В Нью - Орлеане есть один дом -
Там , где встречают рассвет ...
Под гневом толпы и по воле небес -
рухнул он в пыль и исчез.
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Была моя мать портнихой простой ,
Шила мне джинсы ночами .
Был человеком игры отец мой -
там , в Нью - Орлеане.
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
Только две вещи нужны игроку :
Котомка и дружба мужская .
Но счастлив быть может он только тогда ,
На бочку когда залезает.
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
О мать , ты должна своим детям сказать :
Не тратьте себя , как отец !
Не нужно ходить вам , чтоб жизнь прожигать
В дом , где встречают рассвет.
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
Одной я ногой на платформе стою ,
Другая нога уж в пути .
Назад, в этот город лежит мой маршрут :
Там скованы цепи судьбы.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Назад, возвращаюсь я в Нью - Орлеан -
Почти завершен мой забег .
Последние ставки - последний стакан -
Последний встречаю рассвет.
And God I know I'm one...
Ну вот , уже Нью - Орлеан , вот и дом -
там , где рассвет встречают .
Тысячи душ - и моя среди них -
Там вновь и вновь пропадают.
вроде правильно)))))) если нет - кто знает - сообщите;)))
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
В Нью - Орлеане есть один дом -
Там , где встречают рассвет ...
Под гневом толпы и по воле небес -
рухнул он в пыль и исчез.
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Была моя мать портнихой простой ,
Шила мне джинсы ночами .
Был человеком игры отец мой -
там , в Нью - Орлеане.
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
Только две вещи нужны игроку :
Котомка и дружба мужская .
Но счастлив быть может он только тогда ,
На бочку когда залезает.
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
О мать , ты должна своим детям сказать :
Не тратьте себя , как отец !
Не нужно ходить вам , чтоб жизнь прожигать
В дом , где встречают рассвет.
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
Одной я ногой на платформе стою ,
Другая нога уж в пути .
Назад, в этот город лежит мой маршрут :
Там скованы цепи судьбы.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Назад, возвращаюсь я в Нью - Орлеан -
Почти завершен мой забег .
Последние ставки - последний стакан -
Последний встречаю рассвет.
And God I know I'm one...
Ну вот , уже Нью - Орлеан , вот и дом -
там , где рассвет встречают .
Тысячи душ - и моя среди них -
Там вновь и вновь пропадают.
вроде правильно)))))) если нет - кто знает - сообщите;)))
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
In New Orleans there is one house -
Where they meet the dawn ...
Under the wrath of the crowd and the will of heaven -
He collapsed into the dust and disappeared.
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in New Orleans
My mother was a simple dressmaker,
I wore jeans at night.
Was a man of the game my father -
there, 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
Only two things are needed for the player:
Kotomka and friendship are male.
But he can be happy only then,
On the barrel when he climbs.
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
O mother, you must tell your children:
Do not waste yourself like a father!
You do not have to walk to life to burn
In the house where they meet the dawn.
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
I stand alone on the platform,
The other leg is on its way.
Back to this city lies my route:
There are chains of destiny there.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Back, I return to New Orleans -
Almost finished my race.
Last bets - the last glass -
The last I meet dawn.
And God I know I'm the one ...
Well, already New Orleans, here's the house -
where the dawn is met.
Thousands of souls - and my one among them -
There again and again disappear.
like the right)))))) if not - who knows - please report;)))
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
In New Orleans there is one house -
Where they meet the dawn ...
Under the wrath of the crowd and the will of heaven -
He collapsed into the dust and disappeared.
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gambling man
Down in New Orleans
My mother was a simple dressmaker,
I wore jeans at night.
Was a man of the game my father -
there, 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
Only two things are needed for the player:
Kotomka and friendship are male.
But he can be happy only then,
On the barrel when he climbs.
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
O mother, you must tell your children:
Do not waste yourself like a father!
You do not have to walk to life to burn
In the house where they meet the dawn.
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
I stand alone on the platform,
The other leg is on its way.
Back to this city lies my route:
There are chains of destiny there.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Back, I return to New Orleans -
Almost finished my race.
Last bets - the last glass -
The last I meet dawn.
And God I know I'm the one ...
Well, already New Orleans, here's the house -
where the dawn is met.
Thousands of souls - and my one among them -
There again and again disappear.
like the right)))))) if not - who knows - please report;)))