Paroles et traduction Shortparis - Amsterdam

Amsterdam

Dans le port d′Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
А travers les yeux fermés
Je vois les lumières de la ville
Les yeux fermés
О Amsterdam vous voyez
Nous sommes vos enfants
О Amsterdam vous voyez
Alors, nous sommes vos enfants
Brouillard putride, la mer natal
Nous sommes vos enfants
Je vais à la chambre rouge
Je danse avec tout
Je reçois la chambre rouge
Dans le port d'Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
Dans le port d′Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dansent
En se frottant la panse
Sur la panse des femmes
Alors, nous sommes vos enfants
Brouillard putride, la mer natal
Nous sommes vos enfants
Mais je suis malade
Ne me regarde pas
С' est mon syndrome d'Amsterdam
Oui, je suis malade un peu
Ne me regarde pas
Excusez-moi
C′est mon syndrome
Écoutez-moi

Amsterdam

In the port of Amsterdam
Sailors dance the night away
Rubbing their bellies with glee
Against the bellies of women so gay
Through closed eyes I see,
The city lights, a vibrant display
With eyes closed tight,
Oh Amsterdam, can't you see?
We are your children, wild and free
Oh Amsterdam, can't you see?
We are your children, eternally
Putrid fog, the native sea
We are your children, don't you agree?
I go to the red-lit room,
Dancing with all, escaping the gloom
I embrace the red-lit room,
In the port of Amsterdam
Sailors dance, hand in hand
Rubbing their bellies, across the land
Against the bellies of women so grand
In the port of Amsterdam
Sailors dance, it's their plan
Rubbing their bellies, can can
Against the bellies of women, fan to fan
So, we are your children, understand?
Putrid fog, the native strand
We are your children, hand in hand
But I am sick, I must confess
Don't look at me, with such distress
It's my Amsterdam syndrome, I guess
Yes, I am sick, a little mess
Don't look at me, with such finesse
Excuse me, my dear
It's my syndrome, I hold it near
Listen to me, my love, my dear