Lyrics Romantic Collection Vol. 1 - Geordie. The House Of The Rising Sun
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The House of the Rising Sun (оригинал Animals, The)
Дом Восходящего Солнца* (перевод Вадим Ефимов)
There is a house in New Orleans
Есть в Нью-Орлеане дом один,
They call the Rising Sun
Известный как Солнца Восход.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Он многих несчастных парней загубил.
And God I know I'm one
Божусь, я ведь сам такой!
My mother was a tailor
Портнихой была моя бедная мать –
Sewed my new blue jeans
На память вот джинсы на мне,
My father was gambling man
Азартный игрок – вот кто был мой отец
Down in New Orleans
На Нью-Орлеанском дне.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
А что нужно в жизни тому игроку? -
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Лишь кейс, да в руке стакан.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Был жизнью доволен он в пору лишь ту,
Is when he's all a-drunk
Когда был мертвецки пьян.
Oh mother, tell your children
Ох, мамы, детей не пускайте за мной
Not to do what I have done
Тропой, что на дно ведет.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
Чтоб алчность и грех им не стали судьбой
In the house of the Rising Sun
В том Доме, где Солнце Встает.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
А я уж с платформы ступаю в вагон,
The other foot on the train
Что едет назад в Орлеан.
I'm going back to New Orleans
Где долго в цепях я ходить обречен,
To wear that ball and chain
Таская чугунный шар.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
Есть в Нью-Орлеане дом один,
They call the Rising Sun
Известный как Солнца Восход.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Он многих несчастных парней загубил.
And God I know I'm one
Божусь, я ведь сам такой…
Дом Восходящего Солнца* (перевод Вадим Ефимов)
There is a house in New Orleans
Есть в Нью-Орлеане дом один,
They call the Rising Sun
Известный как Солнца Восход.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Он многих несчастных парней загубил.
And God I know I'm one
Божусь, я ведь сам такой!
My mother was a tailor
Портнихой была моя бедная мать –
Sewed my new blue jeans
На память вот джинсы на мне,
My father was gambling man
Азартный игрок – вот кто был мой отец
Down in New Orleans
На Нью-Орлеанском дне.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
А что нужно в жизни тому игроку? -
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Лишь кейс, да в руке стакан.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Был жизнью доволен он в пору лишь ту,
Is when he's all a-drunk
Когда был мертвецки пьян.
Oh mother, tell your children
Ох, мамы, детей не пускайте за мной
Not to do what I have done
Тропой, что на дно ведет.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
Чтоб алчность и грех им не стали судьбой
In the house of the Rising Sun
В том Доме, где Солнце Встает.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
А я уж с платформы ступаю в вагон,
The other foot on the train
Что едет назад в Орлеан.
I'm going back to New Orleans
Где долго в цепях я ходить обречен,
To wear that ball and chain
Таская чугунный шар.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
Есть в Нью-Орлеане дом один,
They call the Rising Sun
Известный как Солнца Восход.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Он многих несчастных парней загубил.
And God I know I'm one
Божусь, я ведь сам такой…
The House of the Rising Sun (original Animals, The)
House of the Rising Sun * (translation by Vadim Efimov)
There is a house in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun
Known as the Sunrise.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
He ruined many unhappy guys.
And God I know I'm one
I'm afraid, I myself am!
My mother was a tailor
The dressmaker was my poor mother -
Sewed my new blue jeans
For a memory, here are the jeans on me,
My father was gambling man
A gambler - that's who was my father
Down in New Orleans
On the New Orleans day.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
And what do you need in life to that player? -
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Only a case, and a glass in his hand.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
He was contented with life only in that time,
Is when he's all a-drunk
When I was dead drunk.
Oh mother, tell your children
Oh, Mom, do not let the children follow me.
Not to do what I have done
The path that leads to the bottom.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
That greed and sin they did not become destiny
In the house of the Rising Sun
In that House where the Sun Rises.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
And I'm stepping off the platform into the car,
The other foot on the train
What goes back to Orleans.
I'm going back to New Orleans
Where long in chains I'm doomed to walk,
To wear that ball and chain
Throwing a cast-iron ball.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun
Known as the Sunrise.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
He ruined many unhappy guys.
And God I know I'm one
I'm afraid, I myself am ...
House of the Rising Sun * (translation by Vadim Efimov)
There is a house in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun
Known as the Sunrise.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
He ruined many unhappy guys.
And God I know I'm one
I'm afraid, I myself am!
My mother was a tailor
The dressmaker was my poor mother -
Sewed my new blue jeans
For a memory, here are the jeans on me,
My father was gambling man
A gambler - that's who was my father
Down in New Orleans
On the New Orleans day.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
And what do you need in life to that player? -
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Only a case, and a glass in his hand.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
He was contented with life only in that time,
Is when he's all a-drunk
When I was dead drunk.
Oh mother, tell your children
Oh, Mom, do not let the children follow me.
Not to do what I have done
The path that leads to the bottom.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
That greed and sin they did not become destiny
In the house of the Rising Sun
In that House where the Sun Rises.
Well I've got one foot on the platform
And I'm stepping off the platform into the car,
The other foot on the train
What goes back to Orleans.
I'm going back to New Orleans
Where long in chains I'm doomed to walk,
To wear that ball and chain
Throwing a cast-iron ball.
Well there is a house in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun
Known as the Sunrise.
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
He ruined many unhappy guys.
And God I know I'm one
I'm afraid, I myself am ...