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[MOLOKOV]
Comrades!
Why are you looking so worried?
We are not dealing with the traitor Sergievsky now.
Comrade Viigand is a disciplined Soviet chess-playing machine!

Just in case you feel a trace of doubt or even nervous tension,
Let me draw the latest score to your attention.
Not the score the witless corps of commentators are debating;
Come, admit, who gives a shit for Elo rating?

No, I prefer and I’m sure you concur to see who’s ahead psychologically.
For example, we have on tap an inscrutable chap whose thoughts never stray
From the state of the play.

Viigand!

Whereas...
It’s so difficult to concentrate if you have left your native country
For a woman who has plans of her own.
It’s not easy for a chap to excel, feeling guilty as hell,
Having left his wife to face the music alone

But even worse imagine if his ladies met!
Well, then I’ll bet
The atmosphere round here would be a little strained
As he explained...

How could he do what he’s done to those two
Most wonderful girls—"yes, I love you both!"
Starting from scratch they’ll torpedo his match,
His horsepower dead on the board and in bed.

Bit by bit the pieces fit the Soviet machine advances
Not one move that won’t improve our nation’s chances.
We predict a stunning victory
Both on the board and off it
This will show the traitor no one rats with profit

Oh we’re gonna smash that bastard
Make him wanna change his name
Take him to the cleaners and devastate him
Wipe him out, humiliate him
We don’t want the whole world saying
They can’t even win a game
We have never reckoned on coming second
There’s no use in losing

We can feel the flame of triumph burning
Our people’s pride returning

Bit by bit the pieces fit,
The Soviet machine advances
Not one move that won’t improve our nation’s chances

No, I prefer and I’m sure you concur
To see who’s ahead psychologically
For example, we have on tap an inscrutable chap
Whose thoughts never stray
From the state of the play

Bit by bit the pieces fit
The Soviet machine advances
Not one move that won’t improve
Our nation’s chances
We predict a stunning victory
Both on the board and off it
We will show the traitor no one rats with profit