In the gods' council nothing is left undone
As they are powerful gods fear no one
But, for the sweet sour, they fear her more than ice fears the sun
She makes Venus jealous, she makes Venus cry
Gods kneel before her when she passes by
We all know that, we all see that but why?
They say, from her face comes a great light
That makes gods forget their might
And makes great warriors forget how to fight
Her eyes are beautiful brownish ambers that shine
Over humans, to draw a line, between what's wrong and what's divine
And over gods, to decides who will stay, and who will resign
They say, her hair is made of golden silk that flies
Spreading love and peace beyond the seven skies
Controlling everything, o wind be wise
O Jupiter, what such entity could be?
O powerful god please tell me
Sweet sour ... Really who is she?
Could she be, the magnificent Y.A.D.?