| Song | Adam |
| Artist | Charming Hostess |
| Album | Sarajevo Blues |
| Download | 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. |