By Georgiy Ivanov

It is good that there's no Russia,
It is good that there's no Tsar,
It is good that there's no God.

There is just this yellow sunrise,
There are only icy stars, 
Only millions of years.

It is good that there is no one,
It is good that nothing is, 
All-too-darkened, all-too-deadened, 
That it can't get any deader,
That it can't get darker yet,

That nobody's there to help us,
That we don't need any help.