House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
新奥尔良有栋房子
They call the Rising Sun
人们称之为日升之屋
And it's been the ruin of many poor souls
那里，已成为见证许多贫苦灵魂的废墟
And lord, my father is the one
而主啊，我的父亲便是其中一位

我的母亲，是为裁缝
My mother, she's a tailor
她缝钉那些蓝色牛仔裤
She sews those blue blue jeans
挣钱供给我那赌博上瘾的醉鬼父亲
Keep my gambling father drunk
但内心深处在奥尔良的那些日子里
Deep down in New Orleans
皆是幸福，快乐着

像是雏鸟飞过熊熊森林大火
It's a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
我父亲会感到翅膀下的炎热

为了逃债而四处躲藏
Like a bird flying over forest fire
在那里他会继续赌博，并变得更醉
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
我母亲，从未得到应有的幸福
And in debt he yields for another tower
跪着向主祈祷
Where he gambles and drunk he still drinks
让这一切融化都在主温暖的臂膀

远离新奥尔良
My mother hides from pleasure
是那欢心，有趣的日子啊
Sees the father on her knees
是那欢心，有趣的日子啊
Left it in the arms of God
Away from New Orleans

Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day