There is a house in New Orleans,
Postoji kuća u New Orleansu,
It's called the Rising Sun,
Zove se "Rising Sun".
It's been the ruin of a many poor girl,
Bila je to propast mnogih siromašnih djevojaka,
Great God and I for one.
Bože moj, a ja sam jedna od njih.
If I had of listened to what my mother said,
Da sam slušala što je moja majka rekla,
I'd be at home today,
Danas bih bila kod kuće,
But I was young and foolish poor girl
Ali bila sam mlada i luda siromašna djevojka
Let a rounder lead me astray.
Pustila sam da me zavede kockar.
Oh mother, mother, tell me why
Oh majko, majko, reci mi zašto
You treat that rounder cold,
Postupaš hladno prema tom kockaru.
I'd rather be that rounder's wife
Radije bih bila žena tog kockara
Than to wear your crown of gold.
Nego nositi tvoju krunu od zlata.
Now tell my sister in Baltimore,
Sada reci mojoj sestri u Baltimoreu,
Not to do as I have done
Ne učiniti kao što sam ja učinila
To shun that house in New Orleans,
Da izbjegne tu kuću u New Orleansu,
It's called the Rising Sun.
Zove se "Rising Sun".
