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Molokov and Anatoly

David Bedella, Josh Groban

Chess In Concert (Live), 2009, İngilizce

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Ha ha ha ha ha
The man is utterly mad
Believe me, Anatoly, you're playing a lunatic
That's the problem
He's a brilliant lunatic
And you can't tell which way he'll jump
Like his game, he's impossible to analyze
You can't predict him, dissect him
Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back
Nonsense!
Why do you people
Always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda?
My friend, please relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us—
I don't need my army
Of so-called "advisors"
And helpers
To tell me the man
Who's revitalized chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear he's sane
Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper
We won't get caught in that trap
After all
Winning or losing reflects on us all—
Oh, don't give me that crap
I win—no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen—
Oh, please don't start spouting that old party line
Yes, I know it's your job
But just get out and get me
My chess-playing second
In thirty-six hours we begin
That is if you want to win
Wanting is not sufficient
We have to know
We have to make sure
All men have a weakness: his is that woman
Take her, and you win the game
So you think I can't win otherwise?
I'm not saying that
I'm just making certain
And she is attractive
Then there's her intriguing family history—
Hungary, 1956 and all that
I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov
You go and play these other games