The wind will be burning hot, on the land of the Nile
an ancient smell, will be intoxicating us
as you will be lying, at the tropical of the Cancer
within you, a goddess will be given birth
With holy smoke, you will weave your prophecy
so as to give me, whenever I ask so,
to get as an hierophant, inside your temple
to interpret you and be interpreted
At the market of Al Khalili
your two lips, will be sold,
for two fortunes and one more,
four, I shall give,
I shall pay whatever I'm asked to
so as to get a bruise
I shall buy, for you, copper, at Carnac,
we shall have a talk with artists, indigenous,
during the nights, I shall fulfill your favours,
so many, as noone ever did for you
I shall be the spring, of the oasis of Shiva,
you will be the diamond sky,
you will become the queen of Theva
and I, a bewitched Pharaoh
At the market of Al Khalili
your two lips, will be sold,
for two fortunes and one more,
four, I shall give,
I shall pay whatever I'm asked to
so as to get a bruise