[MOLOKOV]   The man is utterly mad -- you're playing a lunatic --      [THE RUSSIAN]   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 analyse -- you   can't dissect   him, predict him -- which of course means he's not a lunatic at   all.      [MOLOKOV]   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      [THE RUSSIAN]   Nonsense!   Why do my seconds   Always want to believe   Third-rate propaganda --      [MOLOKOV]   My friend, please relax   We're all on your side   You know how you need us --      [THE RUSSIAN]   I don't need my army of so-called 'advisors'   And helpers to tell me   The man who's revitalised chess single-handed   Is more or less out of his brain   When it's very clear   He's sane      [MOLOKOV]   Listen, we don't underestimate anyone   We won't get caught in that trap   After all, winning or losing reflects on us all --      [THE RUSSIAN]   Oh don't give me that crap!   I win -- no one else does   And I take the rap if I lose      [MOLOKOV]   It's not quite that simple   The whole world's tuned in   We're all on display   We're not merely sportsmen --      [THE RUSSIAN]   Oh please don't start spouting that old party line   Yes I know it's your job but   Just get out and get me a chess-playing second   In thirty-six hours we begin   That is if you want to win!      Who needs a dream?   Who needs ambition?   Who'd be the fool   In my position?   Once I had dreams   Now they're obsessions   Hopes became needs   Lovers possessions      Then they move in   Oh so discreetly   Slowly at first   Smiling too sweetly   I opened doors   They walked right through them   Called me their friend   I hardly knew them      Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I   always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all   Running for my life and never looking back in case there's   someone   right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall.      When the crazy wheel slows down   Where will I be? Back where I started.      Don't get me wrong   I'm not complaining   Times have been good   Fast, entertaining   But what's the point   If I'm concealing   Not only love   All other feeling.      Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I   always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all   Running for my life and never looking back in case there's   someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall      When the crazy wheel slows down   Where will I be? Back where I started.