Time is precious, but the clock doesn't stop

In a tent, a merchant eased the pain of some
He offered me a drink, a liqueur to forget
And there, in that dust, I just wanted to stop suffering

It was a green liquid, disguised with lemon
But the taste, my friend, was bitter

Unlike anything my mouth had ever tasted
One sip and I threw the rest away, the sand absorbed it

Just like the dreams and lives of those who fought
The desert suddenly drank the thirst for everything

Absinthe, with your numbness
I am absent and feel nothing more
Absinthe, a green in my lament
I am absent and feel nothing more

Like water springing from the earth: Says the voice that haunts me
We saw our enemies emerging from the sands
In each dune we crossed, lurking

And life fades like a shadow, on the path of uncertainties
The bursts of gunfire, shining in the dark night
Seemed like shooting stars, hunting us, guiding us

Pursued by the darkness of the endless desert
The taste of absinthe still lingers within me
A moment of absence to endure what will come
Whether the next bullet reaches us or leaves us in peace

Absinthe, with your intoxication
I absent myself and feel nothing more
Absinthe, a green in my lament
I absent myself and feel nothing more

The clock doesn't stop
My thoughts wander to the beyond
I feel nothing more
On the sand
Pulling me
Towards this abyss
Absinthe