There is a house in New Orleans,
Je dom v New Orleans.
It's called the Rising Sun,
Nazýva sa to Vychádzajúce Slnko,
It's been the ruin of a many poor girl,
Bola to skaza mnohých chudobných dievčat,
Great God and I for one.
Bože môj, a ja som jednou z nich.
If I had of listened to what my mother said,
Keby som bola počúvala, čo povedala moja mama,
I'd be at home today,
Dnes by som bola doma,
But I was young and foolish poor girl
Ale bola som mladá a hlúpa chudobná dievčina.
Let a rounder lead me astray.
Nechala som sa zviesť tulákom.
Oh mother, mother, tell me why
Ó matka, matka, povedz mi prečo
You treat that rounder cold,
Správaš sa k tomu flákačovi chladne,
I'd rather be that rounder's wife
Radšej by som bola ženou toho flákača.
Than to wear your crown of gold.
Než nosiť tvoju zlatú korunu.
Now tell my sister in Baltimore,
Teraz povedz mojej sestre v Baltimore.
Not to do as I have done
Nerobiť to tak, ako som to urobila
To shun that house in New Orleans,
Aby sa vyhla tomu domu v New Orleans,
It's called the Rising Sun.
Volá sa Vychádzajúce Slnko.
