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