Текст песни
Step—pause—break, a rhythm bends
Smoke curls up, a game pretends.
Black cuts white, the board resists,
A fleeting dance, a phantom twist.
Smoke on the board, the air turns cold.
White devours black, the lines unfold.
Smoke on the board, no move remains,
A queen ascends, the pawn restrains
Curve, stop, lean—her body turns.
Painted skin, the question burns.
Blackened lines, a silent gaze,
The board distorts, the world obeys.
Smoke on the board, the air turns cold.
White devours black, the lines unfold.
Smoke on the board, no move remains,
A queen ascends, the pawn restrains.
Figures shift, the floor divides,
Curls of smoke, where truth collides.
A rook dissolves, the knight persists,
The dance of lines, where nothing fits.
Smoke on the board, the air turns cold.
White devours black, the lines unfold.
Smoke on the board, no move remains
A queen ascends, the pawn restrains.
The board fades out, the rules dissolve,
A distant hum, no path to solve.
Black meets white, the balance frays,
The painted queen—she stays, she sways
