Molokov And Anatoly (Live)

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 you job
But just get out and get me
My chess-playing second.
In 36 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.