Absinthe, I adore you, truly! It seems, when I drink you, I inhale the young forest's soul, During the beautiful green season.
Your perfume disconcerts me And in your opalescence I see the full heavens of yore, As through an open door.
What now, O refuge of the damned! That you a vain paradise be, If you appease my need;
And if, before I enter the door, You make me put up with life, By accustoming me to death.
Absinthe... say no more... say no more...
I am the Green Fairy My robe has the colour of despair I have nothing in common with the fairies of the past What I need is blood, red and hot, the palpitating flesh of my victims Alone, I will kill France, the Present is dead, Vive the future. But me, I kill the future and in the family I destroy the love of country, courage, honour, I am the purveyor of hell, penitentiaries, hospitals.
Absinthe... say no more... say no more...
Who am I finally? I am the instigator of crime I am ruin and sorrow I am shame I am dishonour I am death I am absinthe
I am shame I am dishonour I am death I am absinthe