You walk through the people And it seems you're my queen I was waitin' for you So you're my queen Oh maybe cause you red shoes Or the way that you move Oh I cannot decide to do I can just follow you And you bloom in my hand Where you bloom in my hand You bloom in my hand Bloom in my hand Sometimes I think I don't like bright eyes Sometimes I'm wrong Sometimes I'm right Oh maybe the bright light That sorrounds you Keeps me away Oh I have to say That you bloom in my hand Where you bloom in my hand You bloom in my hand Bloom in my hand Where I'll find you my brave Just behind the wall And I tell who you are My queen, my star You smile in your point strong Your finger to my breast You say "We are two reds, They are all blacks" And you bloom in my hand Where you bloom in my hand You bloom in my hand Bloom in my hand