Original lyrics

EN

By Venus and Cupid and all the dear old heathen deities Who are so remarkably convinient myths to take one's oath upon I hope you will not compel me to consider you a fool Beauvais! What an idea that is of yours - 'medicinal green!' Think of melted emeralds instead There beside you, you have the most marvelous cordial in all the world - Drink, and you will find your sorrows transmuted - yourself transformed! Even if no better result be obtained than escaping the chill you have incurred in this Night's heavy drenching, that is surely enough! Life without Absinthe! I can not imagine it! For me it would be impossible! I should hang, drown or shoot myself into infinitude, Out of sheer rage at the continued cruelty and injustice of the world - But with this divine nectar of Olympus I can defy misfortune and laugh at poverty As though they were the merest bagatels Come! - to your health, mon brave! Drink with me!