Дмитрий Быков - Хорошо тому, кто считает, что Бога нет - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Good for those who believe that there is no God...

Good for those who believe that there is no God. A Voltairian youth in the gardens of the Lyceum, he blooms and blooms like a poppy, and does not know the word “theodicy.” The world's matter, the common ground, rejoices around him in various ways, and he does not need to reconcile anything with anything, for all the same, everything is protoplasm.

To those who doubt, too, lafa lafa: all his life he tosses a coin, fawns, chases a stanza with an antistrophe: sometimes - what is, sometimes - what is not. It’s good for him, and his recipe is simple - to understand a little about a little. The universe obediently catches his mood: an hour ago - without God, and now with God.

The most terrible thing is for the one who hears the music of the spheres - the insatiable grinding of the Lord's mills, the whistling and roar of wings, sounding like "Eresefeser" - or like "Reichsführer", a German would say; oily grinding of gears, intermittent creaking and knocking. And neither a bone crunch nor a child’s suppressed cry can be attributed to hearing defects. Show greatness of spirit, the executioner commands. Okay, let's show greatness of spirit.

This is the music of the spheres, my friend of little faith, these are the machines spinning there. Sometimes a heavenly sound can be heard from there, but it is immediately muffled by jammers. And now, when you have heard everything, go and reconcile this century, which you have lived through, and the lichen walls, and rusty wastelands - with the fact that here it is, there is and cannot not be, because both the poisonous mite, which is ominous, and the flexible snake the cartilage that is crunchy, and the prickly curly ivy that crawls along the dry ash tree by the road, and even this poor pimple on humanity that is poor and smells like a hundred goats—all about God, always about God.