| La reina negra está ante su propio silencio
| The black queen stands before her own silence
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| Los peones desvanecidos rondan como espectros
| Vanished pawns haunt like wraiths
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| Pasaportes hasta un mundo oscuro
| Passports to a dark world
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| Negociados en las torres
| Traded in the towers
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| Tristeza del ajedrez
| chess sadness
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| Tristeza de las planicies
| Sadness of the Plains
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| Las ciudades cuadriculadas escondiendo sus raíces
| The gridded cities hiding their roots
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| Es domingo y está todo en calma
| It's Sunday and everything is calm
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| Y de golpe ella llora
| And suddenly she cries
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| Alfil, ella no cambia nada
| Bishop, she doesn't change a thing
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| Alfil, ella no cambia nada
| Bishop, she doesn't change a thing
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| Así antes de que cruce el alba
| So before the dawn crosses
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| Alfil, ella no cambia nada
| Bishop, she doesn't change a thing
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| Algo me dice sale el sol sale el sol
| Something tells me the sun rises the sun rises
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| Algo me dice sale el sol sale el sol por fin
| Something tells me the sun rises the sun finally rises
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| Ruidas de todas las guerras
| noises of all wars
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| Sombras de corceles muertos
| Shadows of dead steeds
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| Pasaportes hacia un mundo oscuro
| Passports to a dark world
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| Negociados en las torres
| Traded in the towers
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| Alfil, ella no cambia nada
| Bishop, she doesn't change a thing
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| Alfil, ella no cambia nada
| Bishop, she doesn't change a thing
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| Así así su cabeza rueda en el aire
| So so her head rolls in the air
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| Alfil, ella no cambia nada | Bishop, she doesn't change a thing |