In the sands of the desert, among the golden cities
Where there are no shadows under Ra's sun
In the embrace of the Nile, from where the Sphinx drinks
And the sands tell us where to go
I know!
Even simoom I will turn into nice singing
A breath of breeze and a desert shadow
I soothe the old gods' anger
I know! This is the goddess Bastet!
When the bass is rumbling, I arrive soon
Above me Ra
Call me Bastet
Yes!
Boom! Eeee! Boom! Eeee!
Music is a pallette of colors
I paint the world with the gold of the sun
Call me Bastet
Call me Bastet
Boom! Eeee!
I forge words in temples of hearts
When the cosmos sings, I hear the meaning in it
Music doesn't know the last days
She is as immortal as the spirit of the pyramids
I know!
Even the drought I turn into rain of life
The midday heat in the cold dusk of the sun
It's the music that gives the life meaning
I know this! This is the goddess Bastet!
When the bass is rumbling, I arrive soon
Above me Ra
Call me Bastet
Yes!
Boom! Eeee! Boom! Eeee!
Music is a pallette of colors
I paint the world with the gold of the sun
Call me Bastet
Call me Bastet
Boom! Eeee!