La Milonga Del Vampiro

Dance the vampire's milonga
I want to see your neck wounded
Come on, the night is singing
The devil's whisper dreaming

Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes
My love, my sweet love
Once again

From the vault hangs a star
From the star a little vampire gaucho
And in the little mirror of tales
Are tormenting stars

Come on, the night has not been lost
I've already burned the fallen days
Come on, the night is singing
Satan's whisper dreaming