Alfil, Ella No Cambia Nada

The black queen stands before her own silence
The faded pawns roam like specters
Passports to a dark world
Negotiated in the towers

Chess sadness
Sadness of the plains
Gridlocked cities hiding their roots
It's Sunday and everything is calm
And suddenly she cries

Bishop, she changes nothing
Bishop, she changes nothing
Just before dawn breaks
Bishop, she changes nothing

Something tells me the sun rises, the sun rises
Something tells me the sun rises, the sun rises at last

Echoes of all the wars
Shadows of dead steeds
Passports to a dark world
Negotiated in the towers

Bishop, she changes nothing
Bishop, she changes nothing
So her head spins in the air
Bishop, she changes nothing