Looking at the cloud, in the endless night sky;
Still being in the dark, floating like a queen;
Travelling with my dream, through an endless fight;
From the battlefield, within the four-walled screen.

The sinking earth in the poison of the air;
Pulling out the chessman from its evergreen board;
Leaving no life for the chess pieces there;
The Queen-King game, demolishing the checkerboard.

Waiting for the sun, through the casement of my field;
Waiting for the light, that makes the chessman heal;
May the morning aloud, the voice of the pawn in the board;
Makes them figure out their ways, and settle their road.