Текст песни Агата Кристи - Билеты проданы

Seems to me that the game
again, not worth the candle
What bits aces again
and again I have nothing to cover
And you can leave
And it was possible to score
But I sat down to play again
Although I can not pay

And in the sky all the moves are recorded
At home, all the works are completed
All accounts are closed
All love is paid
And in the sky all the tickets sold out

I did not sell
Do not betray the fact that he loved
Forgive me as I would have forgiven
I just played bad

Forgive those who sought
Send those who have found
Adequately meet the final
On our joyful show

And in the sky all the moves are recorded
At home, all the works are completed
Paid for all the love
All accounts are closed
And in the sky all the tickets sold out