Миссисипи 1 There`s an old man called the Mississippi; That`s the old man that I`d like to be! What does he care if the world's got troubles? What does he care if the land ain't free?
Ol` man river, That ol` man river He must know something But don`t say nothing, He just keeps rolling, He keeps on rolling along.
He don't plant taters, He don't plant cotton, And them that plants them Is soon forgotten. But ol` man river, He just keeps rolling along.
You and me, we sweat and strain, Body all aching and wracked with pain. Tote that barge! Lift that bale! Get a little drunk And you land in jail.
I gets weary And sick of trying I`m tired of living And scared of dying, But ol` man river, He just keeps rolling along.
Darkies all work on the Mississippi Darkies all work while the white folks play Pulling them boats from the dawn to sunset Getting no rest till the judgment day.
Don't look up and don't look down You don't dar'st make the white boss frown Bend your knees and bow your head And pull that rope until you're dead.
Let me go away from the Mississippi Let me go away from the white man boss Show me that stream called the River Jordan That's the old stream that I long to cross.
Ol` man river, that ol` man river He must know something, but don`t say nothing, He keeps on rolling along.
Long old river Forever keeps rolling on
(Don't plant taters, he don't plant cotton) (And them that plants `em, is soon forgotten) But ol` man river He just keeps rolling along.
Long old river Keeps singing this song.
You and me, we sweat and strain, Body all aching and racked with pain, Tote that barge. (And) lift that bale. (You) get a little drunk and you lands in jail.
I gets weary, and sick of trying I`m tired of living. But I`m scared of dying, But ol` man river He just keeps rolling along!