Spiritus Sancte, Deus, miserere nobis. Empty spaces - what are we living for Abandoned places - I guess we know the score On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime Behind the curtain, in the pantomime Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on, The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on.
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance Another heartache, another failed romance On and on, does anybody know what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now I'll soon be turning, round the corner now Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
The show must go on The show must go on Inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on
<<вставка - куплет из Богемской рапсодии («Bohemian rhapsody»)>>
Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life has just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away - Mama, ooo, didn't mean to make you cry - If I'm not back again this time tomorrow - Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
The show must go on The show must go on I'll top the bill, I'll overkill I have to find the will to carry on Show…