De dragoste si de suparare/ Of love and sorrow





Green leaf and marjoram
I’ve been torturing myself for a year, my love
And I’ve been torturing myself for a year, my love
to make absinthe sweeter.
And bitter, my love, bitter, my dear
My whole life is bitter.   

And I drink absinthe, I eat absinthe
At night I go to bed with absinthe.
And I drink absinthe, I eat absinthe
At night I go to bed with absinthe.
In the morning, when I get up,
I rinse my eyes with absinthe, hey
I wash myself to freshen me up
And, worse, it makes me even more bitter



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