marți, 29 septembrie 2009

Jacques Brel | David Bowie | The Dresden Dolls | Amsterdam | Video + Versuri

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Jacques Brel - Amsterdam


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David Bowie - Amsterdam


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The Dresden Dolls - Amsterdam (in franceza)


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The Dresden Dolls - Amsterdam (in engleza)


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Jacques Brel - Amsterdam


Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui chantent
Des rêves qui les hantent
Au large d'Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui dorment
Comme des oriflammes
Le long des berges mornes
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui meurent
Pleins de bières et de drames
Aux premières lueurs
Mais dans l'port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui naissent
Dans la chaleur épaisse
Des langueurs océanes.

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui mangent
Sur des nappes trop blanches
Des poissons ruisselants
Ils vous montrent des dents
À croquer la fortune
À décroisser la lune,
À bouffer des haubans
Et ça sent la morue
Jusque dans l' coeur des frites
Que leurs gross' mains invitent
À revenir en plus
Puis se lèvent en riant
Dans un bruit de tempête
Referment leur braguette
Et sortent en rotant.

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
Et ils tournent et ils dansent
Comm' des soleils crachés
Dans le son déchiré
D'un accordéon rance
Ils se tordent le cou
Pour mieux s'entendre rire
Jusqu'à c' que tout-à-coup
L'accordéon expire
Alors d'un geste grave,
Alors d'un regard fier
Ila ramènent leur batave
Jusqu'en pleine lumière.

Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y'a des marins qui boivent
Et qui boivent et reboivent
Et qui reboivent encore
Ils boivent à la santé
Des putains d'Amsterdam
D'Hambourg ou d'ailleurs
Enfin ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps
Qui leur donnent leur vertu
Et pour une pièce en or
Et quand ils ont bien bu
Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouch'nt dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comm' je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
Dans le port d'Amsterdam,
Dans le port d'Amsterdam.


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The Dresden Dolls - Amsterdam


In the port of Amsterdam,
Is a sailor who sings,
Of the dreams that he brings,
From the wide open sea.
In the port of Amsterdam,
Is a sailor that sleeps,
While the river bank creeps,
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 town fight.
And in the port of Amsterdam,
There's a sailor who's born,
On a 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 yells to the cook,
With his arms open wide,
"Hey, bring me more fish,
Throw it down by my side."
And he wants so to belch,
But he's too full to try,
So he stands up and laughs,
And he zips up his fly.

In the port of Amsterdam,
You can see sailors dance,
Paunches bursting their pants,
Grinding women to porch,
They've forgotten the tune,
That their whiskey voice croaked.
Splitting the night,
With the roar of their jokes,
And they turn and they dance,
And they laugh and they lust,
Till the rancid sound,
Of the accordion bursts.
And then out of the night,
With their pride in their pants,
And the sluts 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'll drink to the health,
Of the whores of Amsterdam,
Who've given their bodies,
To a thousand other men.
Yeah, they've bargained their virtue,
Their goodness all gone,
For a few dirty coins,
Well he just can't go on.
Rubs his nose in the twinkling,
Stars up above,
And he pisses like I cry,
On the unfaithful love.

In the port of Amsterdam,
In the port of Amsterdam!

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