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?