This is a song. More specifically, it is a song by Yegor Letov, a famous current Russian anarchist and musician, about the Soviet Union, written in the late 1980s.
This song permeates Russian culture. Letov's name is most often associated with this above all else, and for good reason. Even though communism has been overthrown in Russia for 12 years, this song is still performed, at campfires, parties, anywhere where youth can play guitar. This song is so much a pop-culture phenomenon that stanzas have been added to it, different everywhere. It no longer belongs to Letov (who, being an anarchist, probably prefers it that way), but to Russian culture as a whole. It is very poetic, as the lyrics show. But mostly, it expresses the Russian perspective on its governments (from Tsar to President). Here is my crude translation of the song:
Everything is Going According to Plan
The
key to our
borders has been broken in two
And Our
Father Lenin has withered away--
He's decayed into
mold and
wild honey.
And the
Perestroika is still going and going according to plan.
And the
mud has turned into bare
ice.
And everything is going according to plan.
And everything is going according to plan.
Well, my
destiny wants some rest.
I've promised it not to join the
game of war.
But on my army cap, there is a
hammer and a
sickle and a
star
How touching-a hammer, a sickle and a star.
The wild
lantern of anticipation is flailing
But everything is going according to plan.
Everything is going according to plan.
Well, they fed my
wife to the crowds.
With the fist of the world they pounded in her
chest.
With
worldwide liberty they tore her flesh.
So bury her in
Christ!
But everything is going according to plan.
Everything is going according to plan.
Only our grandfather Lenin was a good leader.
All the other ones are such shit.
All the others are enemies and such fucking assholes.
Over the homeland, the land of our fathers, an insane snow was falling.
I bought a "Korea"
magazine--they have it good too.
They have
Comrade Kim Il-sung, they have the same as we do.
I am sure that they have the same thing and everything is going according to plan.
And everything is going according to plan.
Everything is going according to plan.
Well, when we get
communism it'll all be fucking great.
It will come soon, we just have to wait.
Everything will be
free there, everything will be an
upper.
We'll probably not even have to die.
I woke up in the middle of the
night and realized
That everything is going according to plan.
Everything is going according to plan.
This is performed by a single man, with an acoustic guitar. It's hard to describe the emotions it conveys in text, especially translated. This song is of course bitter; he no more believes in communism than in Lenin's goodness.
Here is the original version, in romanized Russian:
Granicy klyuch perelomlen popolam,
A nash batyushka Lenin sovsem usop,
On razlozhilsya na plesen' i na lipovyj med,
A perestrojka vse idet i idet po planu,
I vsya gryaz' prevratilas' v golyj led.
I vse idet po planu,
Vse idet po planu.
A moej sud'be zahotelos' na pokoj,
Ya obeschal ej ne uchastvovat' v voennoj igre,
No na furazhke na moej - serp i molot, i zvezda.
Kak eto trogatel'no - serp i molot, i zvezda.
Lihoj fonar' ozhidaniya motaetsya...
I vse idet po planu,
Vse idet po planu.
A moej zhenoj nakormili tolpu,
Mirovym kulakom rastoptali ej grud',
Vsenarodnoj svobodoj rasterzali ej plot',
Tak zakopajte zh ee vo Hriste.
Ved' vse idet po planu,
Vse idet po planu.
Odin lish' dedushka Lenin horoshij byl vozhd',
A vse drugie ostal'nye - takoe govno,
A vse drugie vragi i takie mudaki.
Nad rodnoyu, nad Otchiznoj besnovatyj sneg shel,
Ya kupil zhurnal “Koreya” - tam tozhe horosho,
Tam tovarisch Kim Ir Sen, tam to zhe, chto u nas.
Ya uveren, chto u nih to zhe samoe.
I vse idet po planu.
Vse idet po planu.
A pri kommunizme vse budet - zaebis'!
On nastupit skoro, nado tol'ko podozhdat'.
Tam vse budet besplatno, tam vse budet v kajf,
Tam, navernoe, voobsche ne nado budet umirat'.
Ya prosnulsya sredi nochi i ponyal, chto...
Vse idet po planu,
Vse idet po planu...
Thank you, cifirica.ru.
For some more node bloat/completeness, the original Cyrillic:
Границы ключ переломлен пополам,
А наш батюшка Ленин совсем усоп,
Он разложился на плесень и на липовый мед,
А перестройка все идет и идет по плану,
И вся грязь превратилась в голый лед.
И все идет по плану,
Все идет по плану.
А моей судьбе захотелось на покой,
Я обещал ей не участвовать в военной игре,
Но на фуражке на моей - серп и молот, и звезда.
Как это трогательно - серп и молот, и звезда.
Лихой фонарь ожидания мотается...
И все идет по плану,
Все идет по плану.
А моей женой накормили толпу,
Мировым кулаком растоптали ей грудь,
Всенародной свободой растерзали ей плоть,
Так закопайте ж ее во Христе.
Ведь все идет по плану,
Все идет по плану.
Один лишь дедушка Ленин хороший был вождь,
А все другие остальные - такое говно,
А все другие враги и такие мудаки.
Над родною, над Отчизной бесноватый снег шел,
Я купил журнал "Корея" - там тоже хорошо,
Там товарищ Ким Ир Сен, там то же, что у нас.
Я уверен, что у них то же самое.
И все идет по плану.
Все идет по плану.
А при коммунизме все будет - заебись!
Он наступит скоро, надо только подождать.
Там все будет бесплатно, там все будет в кайф,
Там, наверное, вообще не надо будет умирать.
Я проснулся среди ночи и понял, что...
Все идет по плану,
Все идет по плану...
(I don't think I'm namespacing any lyrics here; it's not meant to be a lyric-style node)