Testo di Minutes D'absinthe

Let me be mad, mad with the madness of absinthe The wildest, most luxurious madness in the world Let me be mad, mad with the madness of absinthe Give me the fairest youth that ever gladened his mothers heart Let me be mad Let him be hero, saint, poet - whatever you will Let me make of him an absintheur And from hero he shall change to coward From saint to libertine From poet to brute You doubt me? Come then - to Paris.