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      Sangre dolce   Sangre dolce   Sangre dolce...