Women of Santiago

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 rythmns 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 Til the sunrise revils every sin And laughter let a new day begin 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