In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sings 在阿姆斯特丹的港口，有一个水手是谁唱的

of the dreams that he brings from the wide open seas. 那他从敞开大海带来的梦想。

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who sleeps 在阿姆斯特丹的港口，有一个水手谁睡

while the riverbank weeps through the old willow trees. 而河岸哭泣通过老柳树。

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies full of beer, 在阿姆斯特丹的港口，有一个水手谁死充满了啤酒，

full of cries in a drunken down fight. 完全处于醉酒倒拼呼喊。

In the port of Amsterdam, there a sailor who's born 在阿姆斯特丹的港口，有一个水手谁的诞生

on a muggy hot morn, by the dawn's early light. 在一个闷热的早晨热，在黎明前的熹微。

   

In the port of Amsterdam, where the sailors all meet, 在阿姆斯特丹港口，那里的水手都满足，

there's a sailor who eats only fish heads and tails. 有一个水手谁只吃鱼头和尾巴。

He will show you his teeth that have rotted too soon 他会告诉你他的牙齿已经腐烂得很快

that can swallow the moon, that can haul up the sail. 可以吞下月亮，可以拖拉出帆。

And he yells to the cook with his arms open wide, bring me more fish, put it down by my side. 他喊来了他的手臂厨师敞开，给我带来更多的鱼，把它倒在我的身边。

And he wants so to belch, but he's too full to try 他想这么嗝，但他太满试试

so he gets up and he laughs, and he zips up his fly. 于是他站起来，他笑了，他拉链了他的飞行。

   

In the port of Amsterdam, you can see sailors dance, 在阿姆斯特丹的港口，可以看到水兵舞，

haunchs bursting their pants, grinding women to paunch. haunchs绽放自己的裤子，磨女人的大肚子。

They've forgotten the tune that their whisky voice croaked, 他们已经忘了调，他们的威士忌声音嘶哑，

and they're spitting the night with the roar of their jokes. 而且他们随地吐痰夜用他们嘲笑的轰鸣声。

And they turn and they dance, and they laugh and they lust 他们让他们跳舞，他们笑，他们好色

to the rancid sound of the accordian's burst. 在手风琴的一阵腐臭的声音。

then it's out into the night with their pride in their pants 那么它的外面的夜与他们在自己的裤子的骄傲

and a slut that they tow underneath the street lamps. 而且他们拖了路灯下的一个荡妇。

   

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who drinks. 在阿姆斯特丹的港口，有一个水手谁喝。

and he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks once again. 和他喝，他喝了，他再一次喝。

He drinks to the health of the whores of Amsterdam 他喝阿姆斯特丹的妓女的健康

who have promised their love to a thousand other men. 谁答应他们的爱情到上千元的其他人。

And they bargain their bodies and their virtue, long gone, 和他们讨价还价自己的身体和他们的美德，早已不复存在，

for a few dirty coins, and when he can't go on, 几脏硬币，当他不能去，

he plants his nose in the sky and we wipes it up above 他把植株他的鼻子在空中，我们擦它上面

then he splits like I cry for an unfaithful love, 然后，他打出像我哭了一个不忠的爱情，

in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam, in the port of Amsterdam. 在阿姆斯特丹港，阿姆斯特丹港，阿姆斯特丹港。