Why ever should it be

That men at once make love to me?

When they are near me,

There they stand.

Their eyes look deep in mine.

They always kiss my hand.

Why ever should it be

They speak of magic charms in me

That no man can resist?

For every time they look at me these charms 

persist.


But when the soft lights glint and glance

As midnight hours go by

They hear me sing, they see me dance

It's then that I know why


On my lips every kiss is like wine

In my arms love is more than divine,

Its engraved in the stars high above me

Men must kiss me, men must love me.


When my feet haunting rhythms inspire,

In my eyes gleam the flames of desire,

When I dance, then I know Fate's design.

On my lips every kiss is like wine.


I have a dancer's blood

That rules me like a throbbing flood.

My mother was the dancing star

Without a rival at the Golden Alcazar!

How great she must have been!

In dreams I have so often seen

The raptures when she danced;

She held each heart enthralled and every eye 

entranced.


Her spirit wakes in me again,

My fortune wills it so.

At night I dance as she did then,

And this is all I know.


On my lips every kiss is like wine

In my arms love is more than divine,

Its engraved in the stars high above me

Men must kiss me, men must love me.


When my feet haunting rhythms inspire,

In my eyes gleam the flames of desire,

When I dance, then I know Fate's design.

On my lips every kiss is like wine.