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Text z muzikálu Chess (1984)
The Russian And Molokov /
Where I Want To Be
(B. Andersson / T. Rice / B. Ulvaeus)
Watching the American’s press conference on TV.
MOLOKOV
The man is utterly mad - you're playing a lunatic - (he switches TV off)
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!
MOLOKOV leaves, annoyed. THE RUSSIAN is alone. He wanders over to a chess board and moves some pieces.
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 common 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.