Текст песни трактор боулинг - Черта

I often hear in a dream noise of past days, drunk laughter nights of sleepless
We played love: tears, pain
And again every evening run from the house alcohol and juice, sports and rock -
Everyone in this life wanted to have time
But the world is cruel, it came out of time:
We are a trait, we are afraid of growing two steps to the line
And we no longer turn back
Tell me ahead -
Weling paradise or road to hell?

We did not know then
that everywhere and always
Everything in the world had a price
Knew the souls priceless at all times, but a new century came to shift
Punished current, squeezed juice
And for money, love sells us
And already, forgetting about the soul,
Someone puts a barcode for two steps to hell
And we no longer turn back
Tell me ahead -
Weling paradise or road to hell?