Lyrics Агата Кристи - Билеты проданы

It seems to me that the game
again was not worth the candle
What again bits of aces
and I again have nothing to cover
And it was possible to leave
And it was possible to score
But I sat down to play again
Although I have nothing to pay
 
And in the sky all the moves are recorded
And at home all affairs are finished
All accounts are closed
All love is paid for
And in the sky all the tickets are sold
 
I did not sell anybody
I did not betray what I loved
Forgive me, I would forgive
I was just playing badly
 
Forgive those who were looking for
Send those who found
Worthy to meet the final
On our joyful show
 
And in the sky all the moves are recorded
And at home all affairs are finished
All love is paid
All accounts are closed
And in the sky all the tickets are sold