МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, Танцевальная музыка, Эротическая Музыка, Spanish Classic Guitar Red Lamp District

Red lamps bloom in rainy glass,
Ladies laugh as taxis pass,
A violin cuts through the street,
Like a secret with polished feet.
Step inside, forget your name,
Every shadow plays the game.

In the red lamp district,
Hearts beat crooked, lips turn wicked,
Every door has one more song,
Every saint stays out too long.

The singer wears a feathered crown,
She raises hell without a sound,
The trumpet grins, the bass replies,
The ceiling winks with golden eyes.

Pay the band and tip the moon,
Morning always comes too soon.
In the red lamp district,
Hearts beat crooked, lips turn wicked,
Every door has one more song,
Every saint stays out too long.