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 [bad word] a heart
Women of santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Though the sweet and sour til they die

As the rythmns rise
Jealousy allures like cat eyes
Every step -a knife in the wound
choreography of language from the heart

Women of santiago
Feel the southern wind blow
Its time to tango-time to [bad word] 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 [bad word] a heart
Women of santiago
Always dance with heads up high
Though blessed and cursed-til they die