Women of Santiago - Viktoria Tolstoy, Jacob Karlzon, Lars Danielsson

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