Текст песни: Hurricane + перевод

Thirty miles in the Gulf Stream

Hear the south wind moan

Bridges are getting lower

The shrimp boats, comin' home

The old man down in the Quarter

Slowly turns his head

He takes a drink from his whiskey bottle

And this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain

Underneath the Louisiana moon

I don’t mind the strain of a hurricane

They come around every June

The high black water, devil’s daughter

She’s hard, she’s cold, and she’s mean

But nobody taught her it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans, yeah

A man come down from Chicago

He’s gonna set that levee right

He said «It needs to be at least three feet higher

«Yeah, it won’t make it through the night»

But the old man down in the Quarter

He said, «Don't you listen to that boy!»

The water’ll be down by the morning

And he’ll be back to Illinois

'Cause I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain

Underneath the Louisiana moon

I don’t mind the strain of a hurricane

They come around every June

The high black water, devil’s daughter

She’s hard, she’s cold, and she’s mean

Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans, yeah

Thirty miles in the Gulf Stream

Hear the south wind moan

Bridges are getting lower

The shrimp boats, comin' home

The old man down in the Quarter

He slowly turns his head

He takes a drink from his whiskey bottle

And this is what he said

I was born in the rain on the Pontchartrain

Underneath the Louisiana moon

I don’t mind the strain of a hurricane

They come around every June

The high black water, devil’s daughter

She’s hard, she’s cold, and she’s mean

Nobody taught her it takes a lot of water

To wash away New Orleans

New Orleans, yeah

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