Time… time took a breath.
The first in a thousand years.
And somewhere on the other side of the glass,
a pawn took a step. Not an order. By itself.
Verse 1
Once in this fairy-tale world,
the chess pieces stood still — frozen.
No moving a piece from the board.
And no one knows how much is left.
Time, measured out for moves.
The Queen opened her eyes.
An apple fell from her hand.
She asked: "Has Alice… come?"
"No," answered the King, "we stand and stand —
the hands of our game."
Chorus
Through the mirror of emptiness,
time took a breath.
The first in a thousand years.
And somewhere on the other side of the glass,
a pawn took a step. Not an order. By itself.
Verse 2
That evening the mirror above the fireplace reflected nothing.
The clock whispered:
reach out your hand. If your fingers meet no glass,
then
you've been invited there.
She stepped through. And heard: "Hush."
The King whispered:
"Who are you?"
"Alice."
"There are no Alices here. We have only pawns, knights, bishops."
"Then I'll be a pawn."
"Pawns don't choose."
"But I choose," said Alice.
And she took a step.
Chorus
Through the mirror of emptiness,
time took a breath.
The first in a thousand years.
And somewhere on the other side of the glass,
a pawn took a step. Not an order. By itself.
Bridge
Sometimes I sit on the edge of the board. Dangling my legs.
I look toward where there are no squares — only roads.
And it seems to me time takes a breath. Right here. Behind my back.
I don't turn around. I'm afraid to scare it off. It's like that — alive. With me.
Verse 3
And if one day the mirror cracks — don't be afraid. It's me
coming home. But home is where living fire smells.
And here, in the Looking-Glass World, here's the main rule of life:
"To keep from freezing — move. Even if you can't see where or why. Don't be afraid.
Trust, and the pawn will become a queen."
Chorus
Through the mirror of emptiness,
time took a breath.
The first in a thousand years.
And somewhere on the other side of the glass,
a pawn took a step. Not an order. By itself.
