Текст песни Агата Кристи - Билеты проданы - Я никого не продал, не предал то, что любил...

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 the love paid ,
And in the sky all the tickets are sold ...

I did not sell ,
Do not betray what he loved .
Forgive me, I would forgive ,
I just played bad .

Forgive those who have been looking for.
Send those who find it.
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 are sold ...