La Flor de Estambul

Debuted in Paris
the Flower of Istanbul,
she began to dance
and everything fell silent.
Iridescent light,
purple and indigo,
from her winged hand
to the grace of her chest.

And who wouldn't give their life for a dream
of a goddess shaped by genius?

Neither the sultan's favorite
nor a slave for sale
at the door of the East:
she is the star of 'Pigalle',
the dancer who defied her fate.

And who wouldn't give their life to own
the air that stirs behind her veil?

To conquer the 'Eiffel Tower'
trampling the pride of the West:
that is the star of 'Pigalle',
the dancer who struck me dead.

And who wouldn't give their life for a dream
of a goddess shaped by genius?