In the port of Amsterdam 🦋

In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who sing The dreams that haunt them Off the coast of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors sleeping Like flames Along the dreary banks In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who die Full of beer and drama At first light But in the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who are born In the thick heat Ocean languors In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who eat On too white tablecloths Dripping fish They show you teeth To chew the fortune To wane the moon To eat guy ropes And it smells like cod Right to the heart of the fries That their big hands invite To come back for more, then get up laughing In a storm noise Close their fly and come out burping In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors dancing Rubbing her belly On the belly of women They turn, they dance Like spitting suns In the torn sound of a rancid accordion They twist their necks To hear each other laugh better Until suddenly the accordion expires Then with a serious gesture, then the proud look They bring their bastards back to full light In the port of Amsterdam There are sailors who drink And who drink and drink again And who still drink They drink to health Whores from Amsterdam From Hamburg or elsewhere Finally they drink to the ladies Who give them their pretty body Who give them their virtue For a gold coin And when they've had a good drink They stick their noses in the sky Blow their nose in the stars They piss like I cry About unfaithful women In the port of Amsterdam In the port of Amsterdam