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Amsterdam

Amsterdam

Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea Of the dreams that he brings from the wide open sea De los sueños que él trae del mar abierto ancho In the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps In the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who sleeps En el puerto de amsterdam hay un marinero que duerme While the river bank sweeps to the old willow tree While the river bank sweeps to the old willow tree Mientras los barridos de banco de río al sauce viejo obligan a refugiarse en un árbol In the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who dies In the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who dies En el puerto de amsterdam hay un marinero que se muere Full of beer, full of cries in a drunkin' down fight Full of beer, full of cries in a drunkin' down fight Lleno de cerveza, lleno de lamentos en un drunkin' abajo la lucha But in the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who's bom But in the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who's bom Pero en el puerto de amsterdam hay un marinero que es el bom On a muggy, hot mom by the dawns early light On a muggy, hot mom by the dawns early light En una mamá húmeda, caliente por las albas la luz temprana In the port of amsterdam where the sailors all meet In the port of amsterdam where the sailors all meet En el puerto de amsterdam dónde los marineros toda la reunión There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails There's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails Hay un marinero que come sólo cabezas del pez y colas He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon Él le mostrará sus dientes que se han podrido demasiado pronto That can swallow the moon that can haul up the i sails That can swallow the moon that can haul up the i sails Eso puede tragar la luna que puede arrastrar a las velas de i And he asks to the cook with his amms open wide And he asks to the cook with his amms open wide Y él pregunta al cocinero con su amms abra extensamente Bring me more fish, put it down by my side Bring me more fish, put it down by my side Traígame más pez, suéltelo por mi lado And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try Y él quiere para que para eructar, pero él está demasiado lleno intentar So he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fty So he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fty Así que él se levanta y él se ríe, y él silba a su fty In the port of amsterdam you can see sailors dance In the port of amsterdam you can see sailors dance En el puerto de amsterdam usted puede ver a marineros baila Haunches bursting their pants, binding women to paunch Haunches bursting their pants, binding women to paunch Caderas que estallan sus pantalones, las mujeres obligatorias a la barriga, They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks They've forgotten the tune that their whiskey voice croaks Ellos se han olvidado de la melodía que sus graznidos del cuervo de voz de whisky And their splitting the night with the roar of their jokes And their splitting the night with the roar of their jokes Y su hendiéndose la noche con el rugido de sus chistes And they tum and they dance and they laugh and they lust And they tum and they dance and they laugh and they lust Y ellos los tum y ellos bailan y ellos se ríen y ellos anhelan To the rats it sounds of the accordion burst To the rats it sounds of the accordion burst A las ratas parece del estallido del acordeón Then he's out into the night with their pride in their pants Then he's out into the night with their pride in their pants Entonces él está fuera en la noche con su orgullo en sus pantalones With a slut that they tow undemeath the street lamps With a slut that they tow undemeath the street lamps Con una mujerzuela que ellos remolcan el undemeath las lámparas callejeras In the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks In the port of amsterdam there's a sailor who drinks En el puerto de amsterdam hay un marinero que bebe And he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again And he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again Y él bebe, y él bebe, y él bebe una vez más He drinks to the health of the whores of amsterdam He drinks to the health of the whores of amsterdam Él bebe a la salud de las prostitutas de amsterdam Who have promised their love to a thousand other men Who have promised their love to a thousand other men Quién ha prometido su amor a mil otros hombres And they darken their bodies, and their virtue long gone And they darken their bodies, and their virtue long gone Y ellos oscurecen sus cuerpos, y su virtud largo ido For a few dirty coins For a few dirty coins Para unas monedas sucias And then when he can't go on And then when he can't go on Y entonces cuando él no puede seguir He plants his nose in the sky He plants his nose in the sky Él planta su nariz en el cielo And he wipes it up above And he wipes it up above Y él lo limpia sobre And he spits like to cry for an unfaithful love And he spits like to cry for an unfaithful love Y él escupe gusta llorar para un amor infiel In the port of amsterdam, in the port of amsterdam In the port of amsterdam, in the port of amsterdam En el puerto de amsterdam, en el puerto de amsterdam, In the port of amsterdam In the port of amsterdam En el puerto de amsterdam

Composição: Jacques Roman Brel, Shuman Mortimer





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