Amsterdam
thierry Lyrics

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings
There is a cheerful sailor who sings about the memories and excitement he brings from his voyages at sea in the port of Amsterdam.

Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea
He brings aspirations and fantasies that he has from traveling the rough open sea into the port of Amsterdam.

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps
In the port of Amsterdam, there is a sailor who peacefully rests alongside the riverbank.

While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree
The riverbank is weeping lonely tears towards the old willow tree, as if hoping to get some solace from its sadness.

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
In the port of Amsterdam, a sailor dies after a drunken brawl, full of liquor and screams.

Full of beer, full of cries, in a drunken down fight
The sailor is died corrupted with alcohol and crying on the ground after a disorderly struggle.

But in the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who's born
Even though there is death in the port of Amsterdam, there is hope for newness and birth, like a new sailor being born.

On a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's early light
The sailor is born on a hot and humid morning, with the first light of day that illuminates the sky.

In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet
In the port of Amsterdam, there are gatherings of many different sailors coming together in one place.

There's a sailor who eats only fish-heads and -tails
One particular sailor in the port of Amsterdam only eats fish tails and heads.

And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon
He will show you his teeth that have decayed prematurely due to the fish heads and tails he eats.

That can drink down the moon, that can haul up the sails
Despite his decaying teeth, he can still drink vast amounts and do hard work, like pulling up sails.

And he turns to the cook, with his arms open wide
The sailor raises his arms and turns to the cook, requesting more food from him eagerly.

"Bring me more fish, put it down by my side"
He asks the cook to bring more fish for him to eat and consume with pleasure.

And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try
The sailor desires to burp but cannot because his stomach is too full of fish.

So he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly
He laughs and then stands up from his seat, and after that he puts up his trousers again.

In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance
In the port of Amsterdam, one can observe sailors dancing and having a good time.

Paunches bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch
Their bulging bellies stretch their pants while they dance and grind with the ladies.

They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey-voice croaks
The sailors, with their voice hoarse from all the whiskey they drink, have forgotten the tune they were singing earlier.

Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes
They tell loud tales and make boisterous jokes that can be heard everywhere in the port, breaking through the night's silence.

And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust
Laughing and lustfully dancing, the sailors enjoy their time in the port of Amsterdam.

Til the rancid sound of the accordion bursts
Suddenly, everyone stops and the sound of an accordion taking over, and everyone continues to dance and have a good time.

And it's into the night with their pride in their pants
Sailors walk under the streetlamp at night with their heads held high and a sense of pride about themselves.

And the slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps
They are escorting a promiscuous woman with them under the streetlamp, someone who sells her body for money.

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks
In the port of Amsterdam, there is a sailor who drinks heavily and continuously.

And he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again
He continues to drink and consume alcohol over and over again.

He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam
He raises his glass and drinks to the prosperity of the sex workers of Amsterdam.

Who have promised their love to a thousand other men
He talks about how those sex workers have made vows to love thousands of men.

They have bargained their bodies, their virtues all gone
The sex workers have exchanged their bodies and their virtues for money, leaving them lost.

For a few dirty coins, and when he can't go on
For just a few worthless coins, they sell themselves, and when he cannot go on any longer,

He puts his nose in the air, and he wipes it up above
The sailor arrogantly raises his head up high and wipes the dripping alcohol from his nose.

And he pisses like I cry for an unfaithful love
He urinates carelessly anywhere he wants, while the artist is shedding tears for lost love.

In the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam, life goes on like it does in all other ports, with its ups and downs and intense experiences.