Where the Ancient Laurel Grows-Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble of Shadows

[00:00.00] 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:01.00] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea [00:59.66]I wish that he and I [01:02.93]at least once in a While [01:05.87]had something small in common ... [01:09.20]a secret, [01:10.44]if you like. [01:12.42]But there's no common ground here, [01:15.19]not a single thing we share, [01:18.29]on the same Planet we live, [01:21.64] but in two different Worlds. [01:54.22]He clearly did not like me, [01:57.19]that part was plain to see, [02:00.52]the very moment that he laid his grey Eyes on me, [02:06.86]His buff, muscular body [02:09.35]like the old cliché Marine, [02:12.85]Oh, not too many times before [02:16.39](thank goodness) have I seen... [02:19.34]So much contemp on a single white Man's face, [02:24.93]his Fists were cluteched so tightly that his brute fingernails [02:31.95]left bleeding Marks in the rouch palms on his Hands...- [02:37.84]all just to ensure that we would never become friends! [03:10.37]If I felt like jesting now, [03:12.75]which, believe me, I am not, [03:15.88]I might compare his red face to a boiling teapot, [03:22.17]or an old Locomotive, [03:25.55]far too quickly building up steam, [03:28.57]its mightly Kettle seen to expolode, if he finds no quick Release. [03:37.41]Do you think it's strange of me to hope someday he will marry me, [03:44.17]or at least feel the strongest need to hold me when I fall & bleed? [03:51.17]Oh, I wish that he and I were just a little more alike, [03:56.92]or had a tiny Thing in common ...- oh, wouldn't that be nice... [04:04.77]Yes, he sleeps nakedly, while I always sleep fully dressed. [04:10.20]He is full of Life, I am mostly depressed. [04:16.53]I guess, that's why I wish that he would want to take a walk with me [04:22.88]through lonely Fields of Sorrow, the only place I've ever seen... [04:35.78]In vagued Daydreams I'm dreaming about Stains of his Semen, [04:40.62]put precisely on me, more as a ... "theory". [04:48.46]Sometimes I wish that He would fondly think of me [04:54.56]each time he strokes his *****...- or when the Clock strickes Three.