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?