Al Stewart - Amsterdam текст песни

Oh I just came back from Haarlem

On the very last day of Autumn

Made it through the customs, took the bus into town

The flat looked cold and empty

The chairs unused and dusty

Just a few old letters and papers lying around

The Dutch people were friendly

You know they put me up and they fed me

All along a tour of one night stands

All my days and all my ways

Are so confused

I tell you right new

I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam

And you can feel fine anytime

You choose to lose yourself for a while

Bottle of wine

In some back street cafe

Or out on the street, there's a chance

For you to meet anybody you please

Taking the time

To ease your blues away

Fred was a crazy driver

He took us at a hundred miles an hour

Down a side street out of a traffic jam

All my days and all my ways

Are so bemused

I tell you right now

I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam

Oh I just came back from Haarlem

And the very thing I was wanting

Was to find some way to let you know how I felt

You can't say much in an evening

If you know you'll soon be leaving

There's not much time to talk, and it's maybe as well

But I wanted to give you something

Because you knew you really helped me

So I've written you a song with a small West Indian band

And though it seems some days that all my ways are

Bound to lose

I tell you right now

I'm going to make it back to Amsterdam

Amsterdam

Amsterdam

Amsterdam

Pah-pa-pa-pah