Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn Ulvaeus

THE RUSSIAN:

Knowing I want you

Knowing I love you

I can't explain why I remain

Careless about you

FLORENCE:

I've been a fool to allow

Dreams to become great expectations

THE RUSSIAN:

How can I love you so much yet make no move?

BOTH:

I pray the days and nights

In their endless weary procession

Soon overwhelm my sad obsession

You and I

We've seen it all

Chasing our hearts' desire

But we go on pretending

Stories like ours

Have happy endings

THE RUSSIAN:

You could not give me

More than you gave me

Why should there be something in me

Still discontented?

FLORENCE:

I won't look back anymore

And if I do -- just for a moment

THE RUSSIAN:

I'll soon be happy to say I knew her when

BOTH:

But if you hear today

I'm no longer quite so devoted

To this affair, I've been misquoted

You and I

We've seen it all

Chasing our hearts' desire

But we go on pretending

Stories like ours

Have happy endings

CHOIR:

Each game of chess means there's one less

Variation left to be played

Each day got through means one or two

Less mistakes remain to be made

Not much is known

Of early days of chess beyond a fairly vague report

That fifteen hundred years ago two princes fought,

Though brothers, for a Hindu throne

Their mother cried

For no one really likes their offspring fighting to the death

She begged them stop the slaughter with her every breath

But sure enough one brother died

Sad beyond belief

She told her winning son

You have caused such grief

I can't forgive-ac