He, She And Pistols - Absenth

She is black, she is beautiful,

She is venom of lies

She is insidious, she is a sin

She is a beast, the devil.

This devil smiles.

One in the middle of the crowd,

She stands in front of the line.

Maybe she loves him, maybe she loves…

But a pistol in her hand.

Her pistol shines.

Last moments of flight,

Last seconds of light

And all stars will turn to lead.

Count to three

And you will be free.

Feel the inside of piping-cold seeds.

He in a white dress, like a little lamb,

With a gold halo over head.

He is very smart, He understands

that the best jewelry made of lead.

One in the middle of the crowd,

He stands in front of the line.

Maybe he loves her, maybe she loves…

But a pistol in his hand.

His pistol shines.

Only pistols love them both.

Pistols.

Cold, hard, and so smooth.

Barrel target each other’s eyes

Fire causes melting snow.

Good-bye.