Sanoja: Paolo Conte. The Black Queen.

The black queen
She swings in that old dream
The dame keeps burning in the flame
The beauty thinks a burning chance!
Begins the dance
For the trees that shall arise
On the clear night,
The enigma in this light,
Change all
The mirror on the wall
The queen dances
Les dames s?elancent
That?s all, flames in the blue