Георгий Иванов
***"Россия счастие. Россия свет."
Russia's the light. They say Russia is bliss.
What if Russia at all does not exist?
There's no Neva. The sunset did not glow
When Pushkin lay there, dying on the snow.
And neither Kremlin nor St. Petersburg was built.
There's only snow and a vast deserted field.
There's only snow, the night seems ages long.
The snows of Russia will not ever thaw.
There's only snow, the night is dead and dark.
This night will neither end nor give a spark.
Russia is silence, Russia is the dust.
What if she is only fear, spreading fast?
The rope, the bullet, ice imprisonment,
The music that is bound to drive you mad...
The rope, the bullet, the sun of servitude
Above the nameless land of solitude...