I never knew I would be a long distance runner. br br I´ve lost the drive to win br and my voice has become sweet. br br Young tigers think of me br as an easy piece to hunt down br in middle game traps br and I feel like a gazelle. br br What a curse br to feel all this music br and have no talent br to sing it! br br Sober voice of baritone in tune, br sad cossack soul. br br The fields on the river banks br should be green by now, br bishop to f5, check. br br All those memories... br br Tal called me craftsman. br I admired Petrosian´s hidden control, br so infinetely elegant, br and Bronstein was my friend, br a twin soul in melancholy, br but an artistic daring spirit. br br I never knew I would be a long distance runner. br br How lonely the hotels br behind my thick eyeglasses! br br I will break the center br and open up the flanks. br I will balance my pieces br to play a winning endgame. br br Knight to d5, br it´s a beautiful square br in this position. br br How sweet to sing br the symphony br of cold chess! br br My voice has become sweet. br I will win my last game today.