Черта
Tracktor Bowling
Line
Often hear in my dreams the noise of past days,
Drunken laughter of sleepless nights
We played at love... tears, pain...
And again every evening running out of the house
Alcohol and juice, sports and rock -
Everyone in this life wanted to achieve
But the world is cruel, time is up:
We're at the line, we're afraid to grow up
Two steps to the line
And we can't turn back
Tell me, what lies ahead -
A desired paradise or a road to hell?
We didn't know then that everywhere and always
Everything in the world had a price
We knew, souls are priceless at all times,
But a new era came to replace
Electricity flows, juice squeezed
And for money love sells itself to us
And already, forgetting about the soul,
Someone in the heavens puts a barcode
Two steps to the line
And we can't turn back
Tell me, what lies ahead -
A desired paradise or a road to hell?
