Chorus:
1866 - Wilhelm Steinitz.
1894 - Emmanuel Lasker.

Molokov:
How straightforward the game,
When one has trust in one's player!

Chorus:
1921 - Jose Capablanca.

Molokov:
And how great the relief, working for one who believes in--
Loyalty, heritage, true to his kind, come what may.

Chorus:
1927 - Alex Alekhine.

Frederick:
How straightforward the game,
When one is free from distraction!

Chorus:
1935 - Euwe.
1948 - Mikhail Botvinnik.

Frederick:
When your only concern, is laid out so clearly before you.
64 squares - They are the reason you know you exist.

Chorus:
1957 - Vasily Smylov.
1960 - Tal.

Molokov:
It is the weak, who accept tawdry untruths about freedom.

Chorus:
1963 - Tigran Petrosian.

Molokov:
Prostituting themselves, chasing a spurious starlight.
Trinkets in airports, sufficient to lead them astray.

Chorus:
1969 - Boris Spassky.

Florence:
Does the player exist in any human endeavor?

Chorus:
1972 - Bobby Fischer
1975 - Anatoly Karpov.

Florence:
Who has been known to resist,
Sirens of fame and possessions?
They will destroy you - not rivals, not age, not success.

Chorus:
1956 - Budapest is rising.
1956 - Budapest is fighting!
1956 - Budapest is falling.
1956 - Budapest is dying!
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Endgame #2 Lyrics

Chess – Endgame #2 Lyrics