Volotckov feat. WebSheery, Asiya F - Мимо дворов
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Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle

Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards—past the courtyards, we go

Just like that, we blow all our cash for nothing
Like a hurricane, I wipe out the established order
You wanted big gifts so badly
But all you got were some cheap slippers
That’s not how you treat people—you’re supposed to remember what matters most
We glide past smoothly, as if speeding all the way to China
You wanted big gifts so badly
But you ended up snagging someone else's diamonds

Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle

Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards—past the courtyards, we go

You imagine
That you’ll be rich someday
But you don’t grasp the reality
Of just how perilous life can be
No matter how hard you try
It’s never going to be truly fucking awesome
Twisting and turning like this
You chase after carats
You’ve thrown open
Every door for yourself
But there is no trust left
And that is the problem
A credit card, a pharmacy run
A ticket number
A night spent in bed
At a roadside motel

Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle

Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards, we circle and circle
Past the courtyards—past the courtyards, we go

We roll through the night
The rain traces lines across the roads
Don't drive so fast
You're waiting for a call—but me? Not at Home
We’re rolling through the night
Ahead lies the Moskva River
It feels so familiar
Connection: Rostov—hello, goodbye

We’re rolling through the night
The rain traces lines across the roads
Don’t drive so fast
You’re waiting for a call, but I’m not home
We’re rolling through the night
Ahead lies the Moskva River
It feels so familiar
Connection: Rostov—hello, goodbye

Past the courtyards, we circle and roam
Past the courtyards, we circle and roam
Past the courtyards, we circle and roam
Past the courtyards, we circle

Past the courtyards, we circle and roam
Past the courtyards, we circle and roam
Past the courtyards, we circle and roam
Past the courtyards—we pass the courtyards