Болховитин Александр Павлович 4 PM THE HEAT

Announcer On your marks get set
Who the fuck came up with this?
Motherfuckers

It's like — how the fuck can you hate a run?!
At 4 PM, the stadium's done
Ten thousand people in a race
Twenty-four degrees of heat's embrace?

Embrace! Burn it!

They want a result, a result, a lie
Covered by the Znamensky name
Runners and coaches cuss — oh my
Call out that committee's shame?

Call it out! Pussies!

What kind of moron plans this shit?
Can't we run at 10 PM?

Right?!

Running in this country? Not legit!!!
Nobody's doing ten

Twenty-five laps in hell!

This is Moscow, 4 PM — pure insanity!
What?
Runners get fried like meat in a pan, you see?
The committee don't give a fuck, they need a report
You die on the lap? Your coach will lie in court
Running is hell when it's noon and sand
Who sets the start in the heat of a madman's hand? — A fool!
Cut your PB… but shade would be grand
In the Netherlands it's evening — now THAT is cool!

You try to run this fucking race
My resting pulse already spikes
But here you lap and keep the pace
And the pulse climbs higher than you like

Nowhere higher to go

That committee must be brain-dead, right?
They want us all to fucking snap?
They burn the budget, black and white
With cash they'll never give back — crap

Never give back — never will

It's simple in Russia — a show!
Bullshit reports, fake work, fake people
One single decree in a row
Track and field is growing — here's the steeple!




Paper in Russia can take it
Just like people take morons and shame
Nikitin takes the heat and fakes it
Discussing running in his kitchen frame

In the kitchen

In the Netherlands they race at evening
In France they race at evening, true

But in Russia… there's nothing to do
Different business… for the evening, boo


This is Moscow, 4 PM — pure insanity!
Insanity!
Runners get fried like meat in a pan, you see?
In a pan!
The committee don't give a fuck, they need a report
You die on the lap — your coach will lie in court
Running is hell when it's noon and sand
Who sets the start? — A fool!
A fool!
Cut your PB… but shade would be grand
In the Netherlands it's evening — now THAT is cool!