Anacondaz brings a blistering punk energy to ‘я так соскучился (I Miss You So Much)’. The duo mixes raw beats with biting commentary on modern Russia. The musicians pen lyrics that challenge authority and hypocrisy with unapologetic force.
Released: February 14, 2026
я так соскучился (I Miss You So Much)
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я так соскучился (I Miss You So Much) Lyrics Translation – Anacondaz
The lyricist addresses a former peer, asking ‘Haven’t you forgotten that you’re a musician?’. This Russian track uses physical details like a throne made of thousands of ‘pr#cks’ and trembling mustaches to dismantle a public figure’s facade. The author contrasts their own life with the target’s perceived moral compromises.
— Da, naverno, chto-to u nego v golove pomenyalos’. Mozhet byt’, emu, u nego prosnulas’ sovest’. No tak prosto, iz—, i—, i—, izvinite, nu, konechno my ne poverim. Nikto im ruki ne podast. Im nikto ne poverit. Oni vsegda budut izgoyami– Yes, probably, something in his head changed. Maybe, he, his conscience woke up. But just like that, ex-, e-, e-, excuse me, well, of course we won’t believe it. No one will shake their hands. No one will believe them. They will always be outcasts.
— A kak zhe, ne znayu, pokayaniye, proshcheniye? Takoy put’ vozmozhen?– But what about, I don’t know, repentance, forgiveness? Is such a path possible?
— Konechno, net– Of course not.
Prosti nas, Volod’, radi boga prostiForgive us, Volodya, for God’s sake, forgive us.
Yezdit’ k vam, konechno, nel’zya namOf course, we aren’t allowed to visit you.
Svetlolikiy nash Bono i StingOur radiant Bono and Sting,
Kuda nam, krivozubym krest’yanam?where do we fit in, us crooked-toothed peasants?
Kto tam v belosnezhnom pal’to?Who is standing there in a snow-white coat?
Kto tam pryachet szadi pyatno?Who is hiding a stain on their back?
Kto tam tiho plachet v ugluWho is crying quietly in the corner,
Vossedaya na trone iz tysyach z#lup?sitting on a throne made of thousands of ‘pr#cks’?
Tebe ne ponravilas’ fotka, i shoduYou didn’t like the photo, and right away,
Ty vsem prigovory nam vynes na neyyou handed down sentences to all of us in it.
Nu hochesh’, v direkt tebe novuyu dropnu?Do you want me to drop a new one in your DMs?
Karusel’ vyydet sil’no dlinney (Eto zhe h#y)The carousel will turn out much longer. (It’s a ‘d#ck’.)
I vot eto bor’ba?And is this your struggle?
Volodya, ser’yezno? Kakoy zhe ty zhalkiyVolodya, seriously? How pathetic you are.
Pryam kak menty, chto tut pashut za palkiJust like the cops, grinding here for their quotas.
Y#bashish’ ty tam, no tol’ko za laykiYou’re working ‘f#cking’ hard out there, but only for likes.
A zakrutish’ nam gaykiWill you tighten the screws on us,
Kak te dve transgendernyh tayki?like those two transgender Thai women?
Davay ya u vseh tut snimu s yazyka:Let me say what’s on everyone’s mind here.
Ty ne zabyl eshchyo, chto muzykant?Haven’t you forgotten that you’re a musician?
Ya vsyo ponimayu, chto vremeni malo:I understand perfectly that time is short.
Posty, interv’yu na vsyo teh zhe kanalahPosts, interviews on all the same channels,
Onlayn-refleksiya, storis-empatiyaonline reflections, empathy in stories.
Tut ne do novyh pesen, staryh hvatitThere’s no time for new songs, the old ones will do.
Gnat’ v svyashchennom ugare po turamChasing the sacred frenzy on tours,
Ne vidya, kak stal uzhe karikaturnymblind to how you’ve become a caricature.
Pryachesh’ ot zerkala vzglyad volookiyYou hide your wide-eyed gaze from the mirror.
Pesnya moya v Rossii — hit karaokeMy song in Russia is a karaoke hit.
A my vsyo zhdem pro voyennyy korabl’And we are still waiting for a song about the warship,
Chtob, kak ty umeyesh’, nam spel pryamo v lobso you can sing it right to our faces, like you know how.
Vidat’, v tvoih ofitsial’nyh bumagahIt seems that in your official papers,
V grafe «natsional’nost’» stoit «dolboy#b»the nationality section says ‘d#umbass’.
Ty uyehal poblizhe k prirodeYou moved closer to nature,
Ot krasnyh okov chtoby osvobodit’syato break free from the red chains.
Pohodu, vo mnogom ya sil’no svobodneyeIt turns out, I’m much freer in many ways,
Dazhe bez smeny geopozitsii (Ne ssy)even without changing my location. (Don’t be scared.)
Za grehi my otvetimWe’ll answer for our sins,
Za gluposti zhizni, oshibki, slovafor life’s stupidities, mistakes, and words.
I ne radi ovatsiy lyudey v internete —And not for the applause of people on the internet,
Dlya etogo est’ u menya golova (Vu)I have my own head for that. (Woo!)
I eshchyo na plechah est’ tozhe odnaAnd there’s another one on my shoulders too.
Luchshe b vzyali by myasa, da vypili vodkiWe should’ve just grabbed some meat and drank vodka.
Yest’ dialog, zachem nam voyna?There’s a dialogue to be had, why do we need a war?
I, kak tebe nravitsya, sdelali b fotkiAnd, just like you prefer, we could’ve taken pictures.
My vse za horosheye, no skol’ko kriteriyev?We’re all for the good, but how many criteria are there?
Kakoy by lineykoy ni merili, budto GordeyevoyNo matter what ruler we measure by, as if it’s Gordeeva’s,
Dam ya otvet: «Miloserdiye», v spravedlivost’ ne veryu yaI’ll answer, “Mercy,” because I don’t believe in justice.
Ty zhivesh’ po povestke, ya zhivu do povestkiYou live by the agenda, I live until the draft notice.
No eto moy vybor, ne stanu sud’yoyBut that’s my choice, I won’t be a judge.
Tebya tak volnuyut nashi poyezdkiYou’re so worried about our trips,
Chto imenno ty okazalsya zmeyoythat you’re the one who turned out to be a snake.
Pravda, tebya iskrenne zhalkoHonestly, I feel genuinely sorry for you.
Zachem-to bezhish’ vperedi katafalkaFor some reason, you’re running ahead of the hearse.
Vydumal rol’ dlya sebya i ne vyvezYou invented a role for yourself and couldn’t handle it.
Eto ne katarsis, a y#banyy krizisThis isn’t a catharsis, it’s a f#cking crisis.
Hvatit, davay podytozhimThat’s enough, let’s summarize.
Poka ty dumskrolil, a rot tvoy faktchekalWhile you doomscrolled and your mouth fact-checked,
Neistovo hochesh’ stat’ russkim horoshimyou frantically want to become a ‘good Russian’.
A luchshe b hotel stat’ chelovekom (Myau)But it’d be better if you wanted to become a human. (Meow)
Razgovor nash vesyolyy zakroyemWe’ll close our cheerful conversation
Klassikoy zhanra. Vyvod takoy:with a classic of the genre. The conclusion is this:
Ya luchshe sd#hnu eb#chim izgoyemI’d rather die a f#cking outcast,
Chem kogda-libo stanu toboythan ever become you.
Oy-oy, panki, hoyOh-oh, punks, hoy!
(E, eshchyo raz)(Yeah, one more time.)
– Obyazatel’no vyhodit’ na ulitsu protestovat’? Vy mozhete, vy vse rabotayete na raznyh predpriyatiyah, vy mozhete sabotirovat’ rabotu etih predpriyatiy. Vy mozhete, a, prosto boykotirovat’. Vy mozhete prosto ne vyyti na rabotu, naprimer, v kakoy-to den’, sidet’ doma. A…“Is it mandatory to go out on the street to protest? You can, you all work at different enterprises, you can sabotage the work of these enterprises. You can, ah, simply boycott. You can simply not go to work, for example, on some day, sit at home. And…”
(Yau) IP Kotlyarov(Yo) Entrepreneur Kotlyarov,
Tvoy pank-rok – eto rofl (Rofl)your punk rock is a joke. (Joke)
Tvoy protest – eto rofl (Rofl)Your protest is a joke. (Joke)
Na shahedy idut tvoi denezhki so strimov (Ty v kurse?)Your streaming money goes to Shahed drones. (Did you know?)
Mayor Kotlyarofl (Rofl)Major Kotlyar-joke. (Joke)
Yesli uznayet, skol’ko strimy eti farmyat nalogovIf he finds out how much taxes these streams farm,
Tvoy paren’ iz poliamornoy kommuny podavitsya tofu (IP Kotlyarofl)your boyfriend from the polyamorous commune will choke on his tofu. (Entrepreneur Kotlyar-joke)
Posylku na avtopilote ot-otpravlyayesh’ rodnymYou’re sending a package to your family on autopilot,
Na posylochke signa «Privet ot Volodi iz-iz Dubny»with a signature on the package, “Hello from Volodya from Dubna.”
Po logike glupoy tvoyey zhe vyhodit: v pozhare voynyBy your own stupid logic, it turns out that in the fire of war,
Na rukah tvoih krasnaya krovushka sohnet i s toy, i s drugoy storonyred blood is drying on your hands from both sides.
Kakoy zhe ty chyort. Vyhodit, ty delayesh’ trafik na boli i goreWhat a devil you are. It turns out you’re making traffic on pain and grief.
Kak staryy dekan ssysh’ poteryat’ svoyu auditoriyu (Auditoriyu)Like an old dean, you’re scared to lose your audience. (Audience)
Haypish’ na teme. Besish’ tam dazhe otbityhYou’re hyping on the topic. You’re annoying even the crazy ones there.
Nikak ne zakryt’ govnom#yotThere’s no way to shut your sh#t-spitting mouth.
Samonazvalsya svyatoy neporochnoy elitoy –You called yourself the holy, immaculate elite –
Eto proydyot (Eto proydyot)this will pass. (This will pass)
Tut u menya kabinet, tut koridorHere I have an office, here’s a corridor.
Tut ya chitayu svoy repHere I’m rapping my verses,
A tut my labayem hardkorand here we’re playing hardcore.
Vezde po uglam trikolorThere’s a tricolor flag in every corner.
Tut ya burzhuyku toplyuHere I’m heating up the stove,
Iz fortochki vidno salyutand I can see the fireworks through the window.
Tut u menya tipa spal’niThis is kind of like my bedroom.
Prisyad’ na krovat’, ya shcha zastelyu:Have a seat on the bed, I’ll make it right now.
Razbityy kak staryy zabrosI’m broken down like an old abandoned building.
Zabityy kak staryy matros (Ya, ya)I’m covered in ink like an old sailor. (Yeah, yeah)
Kolyuchiy kak lyutyy morozI’m biting like a fierce, bitter frost.
Zakrytyy kak Zelenogorsk (Ya, ya)I’m closed off like the secret city of Zelenogorsk. (Yeah, yeah)
Y#balsya s der’mom poser’yozneyI’ve dealt with much more serious sh#t.
Ty dumal, zadenet tvoy post? Nu-uDid you think your post would hurt me? Well, no.
Ty zhe mneniye, tipa, donyosYou thought you were just sharing your opinion,
A vyshel ssykl#vyy donosbut it came out as a cowardly snitch report.
Ty v obide za tot epizodAre you offended by that one episode,
V interv’yu po povodu politoty? (Politoty)in the interview about politics? (Politics)
Ty v obide na to, chto pank-rok dazhe repery delayutAre you mad that even rappers are making punk rock,
Luchshe, chem ty?better than you are?
Ty durachok, ty prosto chyortYou’re a fool, you’re just a demon.
Ty stukachok i donoschikYou’re a little rat and an informer.
Ipeshka-to na uproshchenke?Is your small business on the simplified tax plan?
Tak sdelay ebalo poproshcheThen wipe that arrogant look right off your face.
Ya ne grushchu, eto vsyo maskirovkaI’m not sad, it’s all just a disguise.
Lovkaya ulovkaIt’s a clever little trick.
Na klave zalipshaya knopkaLike a sticky button on the keyboard,
«Shift» i otkrytaya skobkapressing ‘Shift’ and an open bracket to make a smile.
Sverhu schastlivaya fotkaThere’s a happy photo posted at the top.
Pod ney rassuzhdeniye uy#bkaUnderneath it is the reasoning of a scumbag.
Panikyor Kotlyarov, kak pedovkaKotlyarov the panic-monger, acting like a drama queen,
Noyet i noyet (Yau, aga), utknuvshis’ eblom v kalwhining and whining (Yo, yeah), with his face buried in filth.
Vot ty govorish’: «U nas, mol, u nas»So you say, “Here with us, supposedly with us,”
«My, deskat’, to, my, deskat’, syo»“We do this, we do that.”
Kto vy-to, eb#t’? Gde u vas-to, eb#t’?Who the f#ck is “we”? Where the f#ck is “with you”?
Kakoy tsvet pasporta, fantazyor?What color is your passport, you dreamer?
Feny bilety ne sdaliThe fans haven’t returned their tickets.
Gde-to sold-auty dazhe, ves’ tur na konuThere are even sold-out shows somewhere, the whole tour is at stake.
A ty pishesh’: takih tam ne nado vam –But you write that you don’t need people like us there.
Tak i kto tut iz nas dvoih ziganul?So which one of us threw up a hateful salute here?
Drozhat tvoi zhidkiye usikiYour thin little mustache is trembling.
Hochesh’ sprosit’ za pozitsiyu? (Aga)Do you want to question my stance? (Yeah)
Ty kem, bly#t’, sebya vozomnil?Who the f#ck do you think you are?
Smotryashchim za Gruziyey? Kapitanom Tbilisi?The overseer of Georgia? The captain of Tbilisi?
My voobshche-to ne bifim, ne dissimWe don’t usually start beefs or diss tracks.
Ty isklyucheniye, mozhesh’ gordit’syaYou’re the exception, you can be proud of that.
Eto foto teper’ pryam kak pamyatnikThis photo is exactly like a monument now,
Tvoyemu zhe dolboy#bizmudedicated to your absolute stupidity.
Moyo delo nedavno zakryliThey recently closed my case.
Poka proneslo, VovWe got lucky for now, Vov.
Teper’, schitay, novoye sh’yutNow, you could say they’re fabricating a new one.
No politsiya nravov uzhe, prokuror KotlyarovBut the morality police are already here, led by prosecutor Kotlyarov.
Kakoye vremya, takiye i lyudiThe people are exactly like the times.
Kakoye vremya, takoy i pankPunk rock is exactly like the times, too.
Kommentariyev, kstati, ne budetBy the way, there won’t be any comments.
Lish’ trek pro to, kakoy ty mud#kJust a track about what a j#rk you are.
Oy-oy, panki, hoyOi-oi, punks, hoy!
Vsem mirPeace to everyone.
Oy-oy, panki, hoyOi-oi, punks, hoy!
Vsem druz’yam salyut i lyubov’Salute and love to all our friends.
Oy-oy, panki, hoyOi-oi, punks, hoy!
Znayesh’, ya kogda vizhu artistov, kotoryye sebya pytayutsya vozvyshat’ nad lyud’mi, nad auditoriyey, dazhe nad drugimi artistami, to est’ takiye nartsissy, mne stanovitsya tak otvratitel’no, tak toshno. Blin, vot by tol’ko mne by ne stat’ takim zheYou know, when I see artists trying to elevate themselves above the people, above the audience, and even above other artists, those true narcissists, it makes me feel so disgusted and sick. Damn, I just hope I don’t become exactly like them.
я так соскучился (I Miss You So Much) Music Video
‘я так соскучился’ is about the disgust of watching an artist betray their roots. The lyrics offer a scathing critique of performative activism and cowardice, making this Russian song a powerful statement of defiance.