| Song | Shave, If You Love Me (Remix) |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | Sanatorium Altrosa: Musical Therapy For Spiritual Dysfunction |
| 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| Wax the monkey, shave the bear | |
| Jungle-creatures won't be fed in here | |
| trim the hedges, cut the trees | |
| then you'll know how affection feels | |
| Shave the monkey, wax the bear | |
| Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here | |
| Trim the hedges, and trim the tree | |
| who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! | |
| Where there's a hole there is an ace | |
| I will put a smile on your grumpy face | |
| we're fifty something, well-aged wine | |
| if you're wooden in your cask that's just fine. | |
| I'll be your garland queen of Lace | |
| the Sleeping Beauty in our maze | |
| oh, fifty something well aged win | |
| me, the wooden cask, that's fine | |
| I know you like me to watch you piss | |
| you're only waiting to be kissed | |
| you're such a beauty to behold | |
| here comes a shower and it's made of gold | |
| I'm a flower, water me | |
| let's build a castle by the sea! | |
| You're like the sun-shine, morning breeze | |
| the sun shines warm on your disease ... - | |
| such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. | |
| Who is there sitting on your back? | |
| There is no need for a sneak attack! | |
| If you're monastic to my bliss. | |
| Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. | |
| Poor friar dreaming in his cell(s) | |
| he knows the art of tonsure well. | |
| and all the songs a blade can sing | |
| sugh is the Easter that I bring" | |
| The bells are chiming in (y)our vaults, | |
| I am the goddess that unfolds | |
| iconic beauty, as yet unseen | |
| if you're only courting | |
| the Virgin Queen. |
| zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| Wax the monkey, shave the bear | |
| Junglecreatures won' t be fed in here | |
| trim the hedges, cut the trees | |
| then you' ll know how affection feels | |
| Shave the monkey, wax the bear | |
| Such hairy creatures cannot stay in here | |
| Trim the hedges, and trim the tree | |
| who is there hiding in the shrubbery?! | |
| Where there' s a hole there is an ace | |
| I will put a smile on your grumpy face | |
| we' re fifty something, wellaged wine | |
| if you' re wooden in your cask that' s just fine. | |
| I' ll be your garland queen of Lace | |
| the Sleeping Beauty in our maze | |
| oh, fifty something well aged win | |
| me, the wooden cask, that' s fine | |
| I know you like me to watch you piss | |
| you' re only waiting to be kissed | |
| you' re such a beauty to behold | |
| here comes a shower and it' s made of gold | |
| I' m a flower, water me | |
| let' s build a castle by the sea! | |
| You' re like the sunshine, morning breeze | |
| the sun shines warm on your disease ... | |
| such pollen makes the black birds sneeze. | |
| Who is there sitting on your back? | |
| There is no need for a sneak attack! | |
| If you' re monastic to my bliss. | |
| Then I will be faithful ... like syphilis. | |
| Poor friar dreaming in his cell s | |
| he knows the art of tonsure well. | |
| and all the songs a blade can sing | |
| sugh is the Easter that I bring" | |
| The bells are chiming in y our vaults, | |
| I am the goddess that unfolds | |
| iconic beauty, as yet unseen | |
| if you' re only courting | |
| the Virgin Queen. |