Tango Brutal

Midnight falls on La Boca’s stone.
A crooked shadow stands alone.
Your crimson dress cuts through the haze.
Setting the cobblestone ablaze.
You bring the brass from Danube nights.
I bring the blade of southern lights.
Step in the circle, hold your breath.
We dance a millimeter from death.
Two worlds collide upon the floor.
Oh,
nobody leaves through that locked door.
From Buenos Aires to the Balkan flame.
Nothing will ever be the same.
Tango brutal, spin in the fire.