It's a song, dated 2014 (Crimean Spring), written by Mikhail Sherbakov. The irony is thick here, but the essence is right. That was the point, when Russia finally regained its purpose.
It Came to Pass
Can it really have happened? Where blurs were, now features arise.
All that fussed and was crabbed has renounced its own vain enterprise.
What had thrashed in the dark — oh, how wondrously it’s come to bloom!
For as lately as yesterday, it met its doom.
But today — it’s accomplished! Existence has found its own track.
And futility crumbled ‘neath the heavy weight on its back.
And you can’t even trust it, when you think: just a moment ago,
Well, quite literally yesterday — all was not so.
Yet it truly was dismal — both this week and the one that had passed.
We were losing abysmally, though our fervor and daring were vast.
What a hand we were dealt! All the aces and kings, we had them in stock!
But the game wouldn’t bind, and our losses would stock.
Knee-deep in confusion, now the Finance, now Health, would get stuck.
In the military corps, they could not ...
