Черта [Cherta] [English translation]

I often hear the noise of the past in my dreams

Drunken guffaws of sleepless nights

We played with love, tears, pain

And every evening anew running from home

Booze and juice, sport and rock

We wanted to have time for everything in this life

But the world is cruel, the time has arrived:

We're at the edge, we are afraid to grow up

Two steps to the edge

and we won't turn back

Tell me what's ahead

Desired Heaven or the road to Hell?

We didn't know then, that everywhere and always

everything in the world had a price

We knew that souls were priceless at all times

But a new century of change arrived

The current is launched, juice is squeezed

And love sells itself to us for money

And already, forgetting about our souls,

but someone puts a barcode on the heavens

Two steps to the edge

and we won't turn back

Tell me what's ahead

Desired Heaven or the road to Hell?