It is well that there’s no Tsar.
It is well that there’s no Russia.
Well, that God does not exist.

Only the yellow sunrise,
Only the stars made of ice,
Only the million centuries.

Well — that there is no one,
Well — that there is nothing,
So black and so lifeless,

That one cannot be deader,
And nothing can be blacker,
That no one is there to help us,
And nothing needs to be done.