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