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