METAN, ТЯЖЁЛАЯ АТЛЕТИКА - День наоборот - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Kids, today is a reverse day at camp! Muscovites no longer like drugs

Cops are no longer arrested for their love of the Motherland

Athletes no longer inject Propagandum

The drug dealers at the factory have long since been completely wasted

Oh, it's the first day underwater

Oh, I'm first here, you're second, you're second

It's a day underwater, you're second

A group of drug addicts detained a police officer

Nothing gay is visible on TikTokers

Rednecks are chatting about art under the window

A rich kid hanged himself from a chandelier

Even though it's the wrong day, the leftist doesn't beat up skinheads

A man who drinks a lot dies anyway

Even though it's the wrong day, your opinion still doesn't give a damn

Oh, it's the first day underwater

Oh, I'm first here, you're second, you're second

It's a day underwater, you're second

The day is askew, I woke up, opened a text message, well, that's it, I thought

Fuck, and there's a bank for you Pay off all your loans

Fantastic, then I tied my laces, looked in the mirror, and holy shit, I've lost weight

There are some bulls fucking, I see the drug dealers on the porch have quieted down

They're painting fences, doing push-ups on the bars, I thought, I must have started the day on the wrong foot

Then it's even worse. The trams are running in reverse on the rails

The bullshit on TV has finally died down

All the best, golden apartments

I went into the store, and there, you won't believe it, it's not a palm tree, it's cheese! Fuck, I think I've caught a cold, I thought, COVID has frozen my brain.

This is the opposite of a day, baroque-style neighborhoods.

Junkies in a hockey rink.

Snow is falling in Kenya.

Instead of meth, there's cocaine.

Dzyuba is fucking like Harry Kane.

Gordon in a wig.

I'm going to picket, even on a day like this, okay.

Bitches are fucking Innokenty.

You can retire to a Subaru.

We sing good songs, yeah.

Make some money, and you didn't know.

You stuff it in your pockets, you won't fit much.

I'm writing a feature with a squid, I don't play squid, I drown like Shevik drowns a lobster.

On stage, me and the team.

We're three drug addicts, we smashed the guitar.

They'll smear Obama with assholes.

Like in the wasteland, early, I'll wake up from an injury, I'll be on edge all day.

At the movies in the morning. Poisons

They have their own psilocybin diet

The ozone layer disintegrates with the sound of lectures

In a shell, smoke, I see the dance of shadows

The trucks are beating Magic, sorry

With a bag of VkusVill in a lucid dream

All day long, fucked up

Also a sore spot in my heart

The sun is in Russia, sinking in the west

We're drowning in smoke after a workout under a toner, fuck