Черта [Cherta] [English translation]

I often hear the noise in the dream of past days,  Drunken laughter sleepless nights  We played the love ... the tears, the pain ...  And again every evening running out of the house  Alcohol, juice, sports and rock -  Everything in this life would have time to  But the world is cruel, had expired:  We have the features, we are afraid to grow upTwo steps to features  And we will not turn back  Tell him to come -  The coveted heaven or the road to hell?We did not know then that always and everywhere  Everything in the world was the price  They knew the soul is priceless at all times,  But the new century has come to replace the  Launched the current squeezed juice  And for the love of money is selling itself to us  And already, forgetting about the soul,  The heavens someone puts a barcodeTwo steps to features  And we will not turn back  Tell him to come -  The coveted heaven or the road to hell?