Lost At Sea
Zorita Lyrics

When the wind's blowing westwards, I'll pull up my sails
I'll set sail towards the west when the winds are favorable

Goodbye red lights, but the waters they wail
Leaving behind the city and heading towards the sea

My mistress the ocean, my mistress the sea
Referring to the sea as his mistress, the one he loves and is devoted to

I hear her calling and breaking for me
Feeling a strong connection to the sea and hearing it call out to him

Take me back my Amsterdam harbour, when I have ceased to be
Wishing to return to his home in Amsterdam after he dies

And with Grand Jacques I will sing forever, to the sailors lost at sea
Paying tribute to sailors who have lost their lives at sea, and singing with Grand Jacques in the afterlife

I've sailed to Santa Marta and the San Fransisco Bay
Traveling to different parts of the world by sea

Followed my faith and wandered astray
Trusting in his instincts and taking risks, even if it meant getting lost

I saw people coming, and they saw me go
Meeting people along the way but not staying in one place for too long

And what's coming next, well the devil may know
Uncertain of what the future holds

Oh farewell my Rosita, found in every town I'm in
Saying goodbye to a lover he meets in each port

We shared our stories, fluids and sins
Sharing intimate moments and secrets with his lover

But we both know tomorrow, I'll be here no more
Aware that he will soon leave and continue his travels

So kiss me goodbye before I leave the shore
Sharing a final intimate moment with his lover before departing

Amsterdam you're a bitch, built on rotting wooden poles
Speaking harshly about Amsterdam, a city he loves but also has issues with

You sheltered sinners, bastards and whores
Acknowledging the city's history of sheltering outcasts and those who are considered immoral

But your waters keep flowing, through your sewers and your heart
Despite its flaws, Amsterdam's canals and waterways are cherished by the artist

And out to the oceans on which I embark
The waters of Amsterdam flow out to the seas he travels on

When the winds blow to the East, I'll lower my sails
Returning to Amsterdam when the winds are favorable, and preparing to dock

Homesick for you, famed in long-forgotten tales
Feeling a sense of nostalgia and longing for Amsterdam, a city with a rich history

My lover this city, my love I've come home
Returning to the beloved city he calls his home