Vertaling van: Acda en de Munnik - De Stad Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam, where seamen jabber
Until their nightmares blare across old Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam where seamen drink
And wasted like a pennant snore in the docks
In the city of Amsterdam where the seaman will drown
Full of beer and enraged when the morning exposes
In the city of Amsterdam, where the seaman wakes up
When the heat shines again on Damrak and Dam
In the city of Amsterdam, where seamen grub
Where they grab silver herrings at the tail, in the hand
And from hand in mouth they throw pennies around
Because they will hit'm like a cat in the riggings
And they smell like eel in their rough blue sweaters
And they smell like unions which is their meal
And after their meals they stand up to button up their trousers
And then they stroll around again, while it burps in their throat In the city of Amsterdam where seamen go swaying
And flirt with the girls, belly to belly, agreeable damp
And they swirling the waltz like a whirling sun
On the sound, thin and false of an accordion
And red like lobsters they gasp for some air
When suddenly with a sigh the music fails
And with an air of importance they move with regret
Their Mokum chick back in the light
In the city of Amsterdam where seamen booze
And booze and booze and booze to the happiness
Of a whore from the red-light district or a whore from Hamburg
Well, to a nice piece of slut who gave herself and her virtues
For a guilder of eleven and then they are fully loaded
And with their wobbling bodies they discharge their drinks
They piss like I cry for the unfaithful women
In the city of Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam
Until their nightmares blare across old Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam where seamen drink
And wasted like a pennant snore in the docks
In the city of Amsterdam where the seaman will drown
Full of beer and enraged when the morning exposes
In the city of Amsterdam, where the seaman wakes up
When the heat shines again on Damrak and Dam
In the city of Amsterdam, where seamen grub
Where they grab silver herrings at the tail, in the hand
And from hand in mouth they throw pennies around
Because they will hit'm like a cat in the riggings
And they smell like eel in their rough blue sweaters
And they smell like unions which is their meal
And after their meals they stand up to button up their trousers
And then they stroll around again, while it burps in their throat In the city of Amsterdam where seamen go swaying
And flirt with the girls, belly to belly, agreeable damp
And they swirling the waltz like a whirling sun
On the sound, thin and false of an accordion
And red like lobsters they gasp for some air
When suddenly with a sigh the music fails
And with an air of importance they move with regret
Their Mokum chick back in the light
In the city of Amsterdam where seamen booze
And booze and booze and booze to the happiness
Of a whore from the red-light district or a whore from Hamburg
Well, to a nice piece of slut who gave herself and her virtues
For a guilder of eleven and then they are fully loaded
And with their wobbling bodies they discharge their drinks
They piss like I cry for the unfaithful women
In the city of Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam
In the city of Amsterdam