Chess was written by Anastasia Gorbunova, drummer Ruslan "drumming fox" Parkanov and guitarist Martini as a metaphor for risky desires, strong feelings, questionable life choices, and unavoidable nostalgia. Chess is an intellectual game that can only be played one-on-one. It is similar to relationships, especially those that sooner or later must end.
Lyrics by Anastasia Martini & Ruslan Parkanov; Music by Accent (formerly Martini Russa).
Vocals - Anastasia Gorbunova
Guitar - Martini
Bass - William Sitnin
Drums - Ruslan "drumming fox" Parkanov.
Recorded at Sandler Studio by Aleksandr Delyanko and at DTH Studios by Ilya Gorokhvodatsky in Moscow, Russia.
Mixed at DTH Studios by Ilya Gorokhvodatsky.
Produced by Accent (formerly Martini Russa), Ilya Gorokhvodatsy.
Special thanks to Albina & Vyacheslav Gorbunov, Andrey Gorbunov, Elena Bulatova, Oleg Vasyutin, Lyubov Gorbunova, Natalia Yeselevskaya, Tatiana Odina, Viktor Anisimov.
Lyrics
Multiply distance by time
Flashbacks as you haunt my mind
You burn as bright as the bridges
That light up my way
Was my life ever my own
Heart beating louder than your metronome
I won't stop thinking big
In the world where I feel so small
But the taste goes straight to me head
Out from the deathbed like a jet
My autumn turned to spring
Where does the circle begin
We're probably making a mess
Playing this reckless game of chess
Losing my place I find
It makes me feel alive
There's nothing you can do to change me
So take me as I am
It doesn't mean you shouldn't because you can
Yeah
Let's open the floodgates
And start a war
Though the chance of survival is slim
We're the aliens taking over the board
It's the only way to the top
The only way to the top
It's the loneliest way to the top
Because the taste goes straight to my head
Out from the deathbed like a jet
My whisper turned to scream
Where does the circle begin
We're probably making a mess
Playing this reckless game of chess
Losing my place I find
It makes me feel alive
Oh the taste goes straight to my head
Out from the deathbed like a jet
My autumn changed to spring
Where does the circle begin
Does the circle begin
Oh to hell with it let's make a mess
Playing this reckless game of chess
Losing my place and my mind
It makes me feel alive
Wow makes me feel alive
Makes me feel alive
Makes me feel