Libertango

Strange, I've seen that face before,

seen him hanging 'round my door,

like a hawk stealing for the prey,

like the night waiting for the day,

 

Strange, he shadows me back home,

footsteps echo on the stones,

rainy nights, on Hausmann Boulevard,

parisian music, drifting from the bars...

Strange, I've seen that face before,

seen him hanging 'round my door,