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letra de absinthe - zawoj$ka

as the sugar cube dissolves in the glass
a green elixir, an enchanting pass
the green fairy whispers, secrets untold
in the absinthe haze, mysteries unfold

i’m sippin’ on that absinthe, green fairy in my cup
lost in my thoughts, hallucinations, can’t get enough
drowning in the mystique, chasing visions in the haze
writing a thesis, but it feels like a crazy maze
absinthe got me seeing things, like a mad scientist
mixing up ideas, in my mind, it’s a riotous twist
green liquid inspiration, flowing through my veins
but reality’s a blur, like i’m caught up in the rain

absinthe, the muse of the bohemian soul
a potion that makes the mysteriеs unfold
underneath the glow of thе moon’s soft gleam
lost in the dance of the absinthe dream

as the night surrenders to the morning light
the absinthe dream fades, a fleeting flight
but the memories linger, a taste, a sheen
in the realm of dreams, where absinthe is queen
absinthe whispers secrets, in the language of the insane
but my vision’s not accepted, they say i’ve gone astray
lost in the abstract, like a canvas without paint
friendship’s just a memory, fading, growing faint
late nights in the lab, chasing shadows on the wall
absinthe-fueled g*nius, but do they understand at all?
lost in the cosmos, like a rocket without a course
friendship slipping away, like sand through a remorseless force
i used to have a partner, in this intellectual race
but the absinthe visions got me floating in sp-ce
now i’m scribbling equations, in the margins of my mind
lost connection with the world, in this visionary bind
absinthe, the muse of the bohemian soul
a potion that makes the mysteries unfold
underneath the glow of the moon’s soft gleam
lost in the dance of the absinthe dream

i’m the mad scientist, with a thesis to unfold
but they laugh at my ideas, call me out in the cold
absinthe in my veins, but they don’t see the art
lost in my own world, tearing friendships apart
but maybe it’s the price, of being ahead of my time
absinthe-induced visions, like a rhythm and rhyme
i’ll keep writing my thesis, in the silence of the night
a visionary lost, but the dreams burn bright

absinthe, the muse of the bohemian soul
a potion that makes the mysteries unfold
underneath the glow of the moon’s soft gleam
lost in the dance of the absinthe dream

as the sugar cube dissolves in the glass
a green elixir, an enchanting pass
the green fairy whispers, secrets untold
in the absinthe haze, mysteries unfold
oh, the emerald dreams, they start to spin
a rendezvous with the green fairy begins
bitter sweet, the nectar on my lips
a journey through the absinthe sips

- zawojka

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