три дня дождя delivers a raw confession with ‘хороший мальчик (Good Boy)’. The musician Gleb Viktorov writes lyrics about the suffocating pressure of fame. Lyriq produces a tense, electronic beat that underscores the anxiety.
Released: April 3, 2026
хороший мальчик (Good Boy)
Три Дня Дождя
хороший мальчик (Good Boy) Meaning & Lyrics (Три Дня Дождя)
Gleb Viktorov describes scrolling through Telegram channels that tear him down. The poet notes the contradiction, singing, ‘You hate everything about me. I do too, by the way’. He paints a picture of isolation with yellow leaves flying into his window.
Kha-kha-kha-khaHa-ha-ha-ha.
Ty chitayesh’ obo mne, chto ya gde-to i kak-to sdelal ne tak (Ugu)You read about me, how I did something wrong somewhere. (Uh-huh)
Ty listayesh’ Telegram, chtoby v##ebat’ menya i zabrat’ svoy okhvat (U-u)You scroll through Telegram to tear me down and get your views. (Ooh-ooh)
I ya v sed’mom potu seychas za mikrofonom derzhu pravotuAnd I’m sweating profusely at the mic right now, holding onto my truth.
Smotryu so storony, kak ya nikchomen i kak ya voobshche yeshcho, s#ka, zhivuI look from the outside at how worthless I am, and how the hell I’m even still alive.
(A ya, s#ka, zhivoy!)(And I’m still damn well alive!)
Ty nenavidish’ vo mne vsoYou hate everything about me.
YA, kstati, tozhe, noI do too, by the way, but…
Ty zhdosh’, kak s#ka, moy al’bomYou’re waiting desperately for my album.
Ya, kstati, tozhe, noI am too, by the way, but…
My s vami pro##bali festival’ «Bol’» (Bol’)We’ve completely ruined the ‘Pain’ festival. (Pain)
Ya postavil roditel’skiy kontrol’ (U)I’ve set up parental controls. (Ooh)
Mestami ya byvayu ochen’ zloySometimes I get really angry.
Vse eti svyatyye mne meshayut byt’ soboyAll these saints stop me from being myself.
I v sotyy raz vokrug lish’ shumAnd for the hundredth time, there’s only noise around me.
Ne dayot mne vnov’ usnut’It stops me from falling asleep again.
Da, ya etogo khochuYes, this is what I want.
Eksklyuziv, kak ya… (Ugu)Exclusive, just like me… (Uh-huh)
(A ya, s#ka, zhivoy!)(And I’m still damn well alive!)
Ty nenavidish’ vo mne vsoYou hate everything about me.
Ya, kstati, tozhe, noI do too, by the way, but…
Ty zhdosh’, kak s#ka, moy al’bomYou’re waiting desperately for my album.
Ya, kstati, tozhe, noI am too, by the way, but…
(M-m, m-m, m-m-m)(M-m, m-m, m-m-m)
Ya dumal, chto mne po##bat’, kogda gastroliroval po gorodamI thought I didn’t care at all when I was touring the cities.
(M-m, m-m, m-m-m)(M-m, m-m, m-m-m)
Ya v akh##e, chto mne prikhoditsya videt’, kak vse vokrug skhodyat s umaI’m completely shocked that I have to watch everyone around me go crazy.
(A ya, s#ka, zhivoy!)(And I’m still damn well alive!)
Ty nenavidish’ vo mne vsoYou hate everything about me.
Ya, kstati, tozhe, noI do too, by the way, but…
Ty zhdosh’, kak s#ka, moy al’bomYou’re waiting desperately for my album.
Ya, kstati, tozhe, noI am too, by the way, but…
Sholkovyy tekstil’ na ney, a vo mne lish’ alkogol’She’s wearing silk fabrics, and I’m just full of alcohol.
Iskala sebya vo mne, a ya v ney nashol lyubov’She was looking for herself in me, but I found love in her.
V itoge oba poteryali drug drugaIn the end, we both lost each other.
V etoy kvartire teper’ v’yugaNow there’s a blizzard in this apartment.
Kogda vnutri menya mrak, mne nechem dyshat’When it’s dark inside me, I have nothing to breathe.
Vse kamery snova na nasAll the cameras are on us again.
Zholtyye list’ya letyat mne v oknoYellow leaves are flying into my window.
Ty znayesh’, vse reytingi tak lyubyat krov’You know, all the ratings just love blood.
Kogda vnutri menya mrak, novyy skandalWhen it’s dark inside me, it’s a new scandal.
Dlya vas eto prosto igraFor you, this is just a game.
Ya predvkushayu posledniy psikhozI’m anticipating my final breakdown.
Ty znayesh’, vse reytingi tak lyubyat bol’You know, all the ratings just love pain.
хороший мальчик (Good Boy) Music Video
This track is a powerful look at mental health under a microscope. The ‘хороший мальчик (Good Boy)’ lyrics offer a stark reflection on public perception versus private turmoil.