Palace Square, Saint Petersburg
Can’t get it out of my head
Lonely voice on a gentle wind
Hangman wrote, no tears were shed
She called out, “Won’t you come with me?
I’ll take you all the way there”
They said, “She’ll play with your mind
And you’d better beware”

She’s a gypsy queen
Gold the ribbons in her hair
Walks the road between
Knows the future, doesn’t care

Magic place, how could I forget?
Angels would borrow this crown
Still possessed, like a masterpiece
Bloody the Sunday came down
She called out with some good advice
I’ll give you lessons for free
She said, “We, we can go anywhere
If you just follow me”

She’s a gypsy queen
Gold the ribbons in her hair
Walks the road between
Knows the future, doesn’t care

She’s a gypsy queen
Gold the ribbons in her hair
Walks the road between
Knows the future, doesn’t care

She’s a gypsy queen
Gold the ribbons in her hair
Walks the road between
Knows the future, doesn’t care