E2 It all started, I understood: it's time to forget about the Farce.
Swan song, non-crushed guest, sing.
I am a random participant in a strange chess party,
Where the memories of the pawns are thrown into battle.
Seconds hit the squall of attacks, on me, on the standing.
Under the bunch of times for a long time?
I locked in a cell 8x8 black and white present,
But there is a time to rethink a lot.
Bad Gambit - give yourself to get something more.
In my life, they were played so much
That everything seemingly strong and unworthy later
I could not get back from fragments.
Maybe something will be taught, and I clean them in your pocket.
Another defeat, and forever Pain'en, yours.
This is not scared, because I'm finished playground,
What is still taking the revenge.
And I'm in position with a pile of bulky figures
I rush into the counterattack, with a checker naked.
Four-chamber cooked with the brain -
Less broken hearts, more cold heads,
I am not waiting for them to once withdraw.
In the future, the next party, with a new board.
In the present - on the last horizontal
Shards turn into a kaleidoscope.
On the mittelspill, dark-dark, though
In bright endgame, with memories together
Once the newcomer walks, but tomorrow
Real and unsurpassed grandmaster.
The winner is one who gets up at a time more.
Errors teach us climb.
Once a series of failures will interrupt luxurious
And, undoubtedly, the winning combination.
Music: Spheriá - Goodbye
