The soft winds of Buenos Aires
Once blew into her room
Now all she can do is kneel and pray
Sangre dolce
Sangre dolce
She's lost in the streets
Lost in her thoughts
She's lost in the smiles of the baby all day
She's new in New York, dressed up like a doll
But broken like clay
Sangre dolce
Sangre dolce
She cries when underneath the crystal moon
She hears a sultry Spanish song
But coming from that neighborhood saloon
It sounds all wrong
Puts the child in the stroller
And walks through the park
"What a beautiful baby you have"
The women all say
"Thank you" she says, pretending it's hers
Her own is so far away
