Theres a place I know
Where senora zargas girls go
Where they wait for the red moon to rise tie their
Dancing shoes and set their passion free
There is blood in the air
´Round that little old gipsy dance square smell of Gunpowder, sweat and good wine soon
colored cards Decide each destiny
Women of santiago
Feel the sothern wind blow
Its time to tango-time to crush a heart
Women of santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Tthough the sweet and sour til they die
As the rythms rise
Jealousy allures like cat eyes
Every step -a knife in the wound
A choreography of language from the heart
Women of santiago
Feel the southern wind blow
Its time to tango-time to crush a heart
Women of santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Though blessed and cursed-til they die
Theres a place they say
Were senora zargas girls stay
Till the sunrise reveals every sin
And laughter let a new day begin
Women of santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Though blessed and cursed-till they die