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CHOIR
Eighteen eighty six - Wilhelm Steinitz
Eighteen ninety four - Emmanuel Lasker

MOLOKOV
How straightforward the game
When one has trust in one's player
CHOIR
Nineteen twenty one - Jose Capablanca
MOLOKOV
And how great the relief
Working for one who believes in
Loyalty, heritage, true to his kind come what may
CHOIR
Nineteen tweny seven - Alexandre
Alekhine
THE AMERICAN
Though it gives me no joy
CHOIR
Nineteen thirty five - Max Euwe
THE AMERICAN
Adding to your satisfaction
CHOIR
Nineteen fourty eight - Mikhail Botvinnik
THE AMERICAN
You can safely assume
Your late unlamented employee
Knows if he wins then the only thing won is the chess
CHOIR
Nineteen fifty seven - Vasiliy Smyslov
MOLOKOV
It's the weak who accept
CHOIR
Nineteen sixty - Tals
MOLOKOV
Tawdry untruths about freedom
CHOIR
Nineteen sixty three - Tigran Petrosian
MOLOKOV
Prostituting themselves
Chasing a spurious starlight
Trinkets in airports sufficient to lead them astray
CHOIR
Nineteen sixty nine - Boris Spasskiy
FLORENCE
Does the player exist
CHOIR
Nineteen sevnty two - Bob Fischer
FLORENCE
In any human endeavor
CHOIR
Nineteen seventy five - Anatoliy Karpov
FLORENCE
Who's been known to resist
Sirens of fame and possessions?
They will destroy you, not rivals, not age, not success

THE RUSSIAN
They all think they see a man
Who doesn't know
Which move to make
Which way to go
Whose private life
Caused his decline
Wrecked his grand design
Some are vicious, some are fools
And others blind
To see in me
One of their kind.

Anyone can be
A husband, lover
Sooner them than me
When they discover
Their domestic bliss is
Shelter for their failing

Nothing could be worse
Then self-denial
Having to rehearse
The endless trial
Of a partner's rather sad
Demands prevailing

SVETLANA
As you watch yourself caring
About a minor sporting triumph, sharing
Your win with esoterics
Paranoids, hysterics
Who don't pay any attention to
What goes on around them
They leave the ones they love the way they found them
A normal person must
Dismiss you with disgust
And weep for those who trusted you

THE RUSSIAN
Nothing you have said
Is revelation
Take my blues as read
My consolation--
Finding out at last my one true obligation

SVETLANA AND CROWD
Listen to them shout
They saw you do it
In their minds no doubt
That you've been through it
Suffered for your art but
In the end a winner

Who could not be stirred?
Such dedication
We have never heard
Such an ovation
Skill and guts a model
For the young beginner

They're completely enchanted
But they don't take your qualities for granted
It isn't very often
That the critics soften
Nonetheless you've won their hearts
How can we begin to
Appreciate the work that you've put into
Your calling through the years
The blood, the sweat and tears,
The late late nights, the early starts

There they go again!
Your deeds inflame them
Drive them wild, but then
Who wants to tame them?
If they want a part of you
Who'd really blame them?

THE RUSSIAN
And so you're letting me know--

SVETLANA
For you're the only who's never suffered anything at all

THE RUSSIAN
How you've hated my success--

SVETLANA
Well I won't crawl--
And you can slink back to your pawns and to your tarts

THE RUSSIAN
And every poisoned word shows that you never understood

SVETLANA THE RUSSIAN
Liar! Never!
Liar! Never!
Liar! Never!

THE RUSSIAN
Never!

BOTH
Nothing you have said
Is revelation
Take my blues as read
My consolation--

SVETLANA
Finding out that I'm my only obligation

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