Y a une maison à Nouvelle Orleans,
Qu´´ont appellent Soleil Levant...
C´est la que joue, les âmes en peine,
Ceux qui ont pas eu d´veines...

There is a house in New Orleans,
because the rising sun...
it´s been the ruin of many a poor Boy,
And God I know I´m one...

Ma mère était une couturière,
qui faisait mes habits...
Mon père avait franchi la barrière,
to be, or not to be...

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin´ man,
Down in New Orleans.

There is a house in New Orleans,
because the rising sun...
it´s been the ruin of many a poor Boy,

And God I know I´m one...