If I was your man If I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindrops And they'd feed the treetops If I was a cloud If I was the sun, I'd shine on the flowers And pass on the power If I was the sun If I was the moon, I'd caress every ocean In celestial motion

I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he would have stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil and in the end is always left so alone That man who with his fingers cheats, who lies with every breath Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears

Avatars of powers from four worlds Bathed me in jewels of belief I drink the nectar of Goddess - my eternal mistress I am Shiva, Hadit or Beast himself And multitude of forms surpasses myself I kneel before Isis, I - her god and slave Coiled serpent