Early

At the earliest hour,
I can't stand the raising sun,
but she says:
- It's only the morning sun.
What should I care
to close my eyes,
if I can see her naked
and biting my neck.

The candle burned out
and the rose is in the glass still.
She may not sleep here tonight.
But I will surely dream about her
telling these words:
- Tonight I'll stay with you.