Amsterdam

Amsterdam (阿姆斯特丹) - The Nijinsky Style

Written by：BREL

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sings

Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps

While the riverbank weeps to the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies

Full of beer full of cries in a drunken down fight

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born

On the hot muggy morn by the dawn's early light

In the port of Amsterdam where the sailors all meet

There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails

And he'll show you his teeth that have rotted too soon

That can haul up the sails

That can swallow the moon

And he turns to the cook with his arms open wide

Bring me more fish put it down by my side

And he wants so to belch but he's too full to try

So he sung and he laughs

And he zips up his fly

In the port of Amsterdam you can see sailors dance

Paunches bursting their pants grinding women to paunch

They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks

Splitting the night with the roar of their jokes

And they turn and they dance and they laugh and they lust

'Til the rancid sound of the accordion bursts

And then out of the night with their pride in their pants

The slut that they tow underneath the streetlamps

In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks

And he drinks and he drinks and he drinks once again

He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam

Who gave up their bodies to a thousand other men

They bargained their bodies their virtues all gone

For a few dirty coins while he just can't go on

He puts his nose in the sky

And he wipes it up above

And he pisses like I cry for the unfaithful love