Tal; Lasker; Steinitz; Alekine; Botvinnik; Smyslov;   Spassky; Euwe; Fischer; Petrosian; Anderson;    Capablanca; Morphy; Karpov;   (In the concept album the names are listed in chronological order, here they are in the order in which they are sung)       CHOIR   1866 Wilhelm Steinitz   1894 Emanuel Lasker      MOLOKOV   How straightforward the game    When one has trust in one's player (Choir 1921 Jose Capablanca)    And how great the relief   Working for one who believes in   Loyalty, heritage, true to his kind come what may      CHOIR   1927 Alexander Alekine      THE AMARICAN   Though it gives me no joy (The Russian 1935 Euwe)   Adding to your satisfaction (Choir 1948 Mikhail Botvinnik)   You can safely assume   That your late unlamented employee   Knows if he wins then the only thing won is the chess      CHOIR   1957 Vasily Smyslov      MOLOKOV   It's the weak who accept (Florence 1960 Tal)   Tawdry untruths about freedom (Choir 1963 Tigran Petrosian)   Prostituting themselves   Chasing a spurious starlight   Trinkets in airports sufficient to lead them astray      CHOIR   1969 Boris Spassky       FLORENCE   Does the player exist (Choir 1972 Bobby Fischer)   In any human endeavour (Choir 1975 Anatoly Karpov)   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 there 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    Than self-denial   Having to rehearse   To endless trial   Of a partners 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 one 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 that I'm my one true obligation   (Crowd cheer)      SVETLANA AND THE 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, the tears   The late, late nights, the early starts   There they go again!   Your deeds enflame them   Drive them wild, but then   Who wants to tame them   If they want a part of you   Who'd really blame them ?   (Crowd cheer louder still)      THE RUSSIAN   And so you're letting me know -      SVETLANA   For you're the only one 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   Liar!      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      THE RUSSIAN   Is there no one in my life   Who will not claim   The right to steal    My work, my name   My success, my fame   And my freedom