There is a house in New Orleans,
V New Orleansu je hiša,
It's called the Rising Sun,
Imenuje se Vzhajajoče sonce,
It's been the ruin of a many poor girl,
Bila je poguba mnogih revnih deklet,
Great God and I for one.
Moj Bog, in jaz sem ena izmed njih.
If I had of listened to what my mother said,
Če bi poslušala, kar je rekla moja mama,
I'd be at home today,
Bila bi doma danes,
But I was young and foolish poor girl
Ampak bila sem mlada in nespametna revna deklica
Let a rounder lead me astray.
Pustila sem, da me je zapeljal prevarant.
Oh mother, mother, tell me why
Oh mati, mati, povej mi zakaj
You treat that rounder cold,
Obravnavaš tega prevaranta hladno,
I'd rather be that rounder's wife
Raje bi bila žena tega zapravljivca.
Than to wear your crown of gold.
Kot nositi tvojo zlato krono.
Now tell my sister in Baltimore,
Zdaj povej moji sestri v Baltimoru,
Not to do as I have done
Ne ravnati tako, kot sem ravnala
To shun that house in New Orleans,
Naj se izogiba tisti hiši v New Orleansu,
It's called the Rising Sun.
Imenuje se Vzhajajoče sonce.
