In the vapours of opium   In a smoky Paris salon   Like a black-and-white photo   It's a kind of deja vu   Dancing girls   Their faces veiled   Naked bellies   Empty stares   Hissing snakes   Around their necks   You are there but you don't care      Absinthe in your mind and body   Wormwood taste inside your mouth   See that masquerade of shadows   Hear the voices in your head   And you're writing drunken poems   And you're kissing your sweet muse   Candles burning on the tables   And the night belongs to you      You you you you...      Every day is forgotten   When you dive into the madness   And her snake is your totem   It's a kind of deja vu   Drinking more   Smoking more   Fame and glory   At your door   Break the seal   Get unreal   You are there but you don't care      Absinthe in your mind and body   Wormwood taste inside your mouth   See that masquerade of shadows   Hear the voices in your head   And you're writing drunken poems   And you're kissing your sweet muse   Candles burning on the tables   And the night belongs to you      You you you you...      Early dawn you are half awake   Heavy eyes and a dizzy head   What's a dream ,what is real life?   You're just waiting for another night