Vladimir Vysotsky. The ballad of resignation in Paradise (№ 401110)

The terrestrial platform.
Cheer up and don't scream.
For our cries he is deaf.
One of us went to Paradise,
He will meet God
- it is, perhaps, God.
You say Hello,
And will forget
- nothing will survive.
Left us a few years,
We poshustree and
as expected, die.