The border's key has been broken in two parts, And dear dad of us Lenin in full deceased, He decomposed into fungus and some honey of lime, And perestroika still proceeds and proceeds on the plan, And all mud has converted to bare ice.
And everything is scheduled. Everything is scheduled.
And grave fate of mine wants to have its final rest, It was promised I would not take part in this martial game, But on my peak-cap there are sickle, hammer and a star, It is so touching they are sickle, hammer and a star, A jaunty lantern of waiting's dangling round,
And everything is scheduled. Everything is scheduled.
With my wife the crowd has been fed in full extent, With world-wide fist they have lacerated her chest, With the national freedom her flesh was badly rent, So go and bury her in holy Christ! As
everything is scheduled. Everything is scheduled.
Only old grandfather Lenin was good as a chief, And all the others of the rest are such a worthless crap, And all the others are foes and such morons and such fools, Over native our fatherland snow was enraged and raved, I have bought journal Korea: it all's good in there, too, They have comrade Kim Ir Sen, they have everything we have, I am sure that they have all the same as we,
and everything is scheduled. Everything is scheduled.
In the time of communism it all will be damned great, It will come as soon as it is left to wait, Every thing will be free, as well as all will be nice, We will probably have right permitting us eternal life, I woke up among the night and realised