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Distant Portugal. Lisbon, a cozy room where two lovers are secluded. Soft light, a bottle and a glass of whiskey. Gentle touch, desire, drive and spontaneous emotion. In the distance, a woman with short hair watches them with a look full of desire. Black and white, monochrome with colorful accents in strategic places. Evening meeting, a fleeting experience.
One whiskey in this world brought us together again,
A small table for a moment, for two.
Two glances, two gentle female hands –
And a wonderful meeting happened after that.
Our hearts, good to you, taught
To whisper new words of love,
The best thing to happen
- and a terrible miracle happened after that.
Pour me whiskey, stronger than the night.
Ah, how I want, ah, how I want
To drink the magic of love.
Now this whiskey is full of sorrow,
And sorrow I know, it is barely swallowed.
One last whiskey for parting
- and how many ashes after that...
My sweet boy, bring me
poisonous whiskey, sadder than the night.
Ah, how I want, ah, how I want
To drink the poison of love.
