Minutes d'Absinthe (Let Me Be Mad, Mad With 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.