Дмитрий — 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.