歌曲 | Adam |
歌手 | Charming Hostess |
专辑 | Sarajevo Blues |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Spoiled, fondled by the hands of many women, I came upon you by chance, young Adam. | |
And before I could lay my mouth on yours, you begged me, with the pale tender face of the tenderest lily: | |
Don't bite me, don't bite me. | |
I saw that your body was completely covered with teeth marks. | |
Trembling, I bit into you. | |
You flared your thin nostrils, and edged closer to me like a burning horizon against a field. |