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Amsterdam
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Vocal
Amsterdam fue lanzado el 1 de enero de 2002 por Decca Music Group Ltd. como parte del álbum Ute Lemper - but One Day...
album cover
Fecha de lanzamiento1 de enero de 2002
Sello discográficoDecca Music Group Ltd.
LanguageEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Ute Lemper
Ute Lemper
Voces
Matrix Ensemble
Matrix Ensemble
Conjunto
Robert Ziegler
Robert Ziegler
Dirección
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Jacques Brel
Jacques Brel
Composición
Robert Ziegler
Robert Ziegler
Arreglista
Mort Shuman
Mort Shuman
Traducción

Letra

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
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of lies
From a drunken down fight
And in the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who's born
On a muggy hot morn
By the dawn's early light
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Il y a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches
Des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents
A croquer la fortune
A décroisser la lune
A bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue
Jusque dans le cœur des frites
Que leur grosse main invite
A revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant
Comme un bruit de tempête
Et referment leurs braguettes
Et ils sortent en rotant
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who dance
Paunches bursting their pants
Grinding woman to pot
They've forgotten the tune
That their whisky voice croaks
Splitting the night
With the roar of their jokes
And they turn and they dance
And they laugh in their lust
'Til the rancid sound
Of the accordion bursts
Then off to the night
With their pride in their pants
And the schlep that they tow
Underneath the street lamps
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 have promised their love
To one thousand other men
They've bargained their bodies
And their virtue long gone
For a few dirty coins
And when he can't go on
He plants his nose in the sky
And he waves it up above
And he pisses like a cry
For an unfaithful love
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port, in the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
Written by: Jacques Brel
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