| Song | Sheba's Song |
| Artist | Fruupp |
| Album | Modern Masquerades |
| 作曲 : Charles, Mason | |
| On the first and final day. | |
| The lovely Sheba hides away. | |
| Tense and nervously she lies. | |
| Snarling Lady is ready to spring. | |
| And hidden in the leaves the natives wait. | |
| They're ready at a sign to seal her fate. | |
| The wit's game once again begins. | |
| The last one running, is she that wins. | |
| And Sheba's eyes fixed to the sky. | |
| Crouching to the ground, biding the time. | |
| The flowing river hides her scent, | |
| But tonight's view won't be so fine. | |
| The first and final day. | |
| Ends in sunset's flaming haze. | |
| Paints a stillness stillness all around. | |
| The Lady must move quickly now. | |
| Her lover leaps up through the trees. | |
| And looking down aims carefully. | |
| The painted dart that will end her run. | |
| Flies through the air, the race is one. | |
| And Sheba's eyes fixed to the skies. | |
| Crouching to the ground, biding time. | |
| The flowing river hides her scent. | |
| But tonight's view won't be so fine. | |
| But tonight's view won't be so fine. |
| zuò qǔ : Charles, Mason | |
| On the first and final day. | |
| The lovely Sheba hides away. | |
| Tense and nervously she lies. | |
| Snarling Lady is ready to spring. | |
| And hidden in the leaves the natives wait. | |
| They' re ready at a sign to seal her fate. | |
| The wit' s game once again begins. | |
| The last one running, is she that wins. | |
| And Sheba' s eyes fixed to the sky. | |
| Crouching to the ground, biding the time. | |
| The flowing river hides her scent, | |
| But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. | |
| The first and final day. | |
| Ends in sunset' s flaming haze. | |
| Paints a stillness stillness all around. | |
| The Lady must move quickly now. | |
| Her lover leaps up through the trees. | |
| And looking down aims carefully. | |
| The painted dart that will end her run. | |
| Flies through the air, the race is one. | |
| And Sheba' s eyes fixed to the skies. | |
| Crouching to the ground, biding time. | |
| The flowing river hides her scent. | |
| But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. | |
| But tonight' s view won' t be so fine. |