Anatoly:Who needs a dream?Who needs ambition?Who'd be the foolIn my position?Once I had dreams, Now they're obsessions.Hopes became needs--Lovers possessions.Then they move inOh so discreetly, Slowly at first--Smiling too sweetly.I opened doorsThey walked right through them.Called me their friend--I hardly knew them.Now I'mWhere I want to be, And who I want to be, And doing what IAlways said I would, And yet I feelI haven't won at all.Running for my life, And never looking backIn case there's someoneRight behind to shoot me downAnd say he always knew I'd fall.When the crazy wheelSlows 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 pointIf I'm concealingNot only love, All other feeling?Now I'mWhere I want to be, And who I want to be, And doing what IAlways said I would, And yet I feelI haven't won at all.I'm running for my life, And never looking backIn case there's someoneRight behind to shoot me downAnd say he always knew I'd fall.When the crazy wheelSlows down, Where will I be?Back where I started.Viigand: [Spoken]Comrade, Molokov tells me you want to play chess.Anatoly: [Spoken]Go to hell.
