No one buying any food -
Everyone forced to save the money:
The cholera mows down rows that stood, -
But people close together the lines.
Caucasus is closed, "Aeroflot" is in the red,
And in Astrakhaní the water melons being burn in vain, -
But worker wonít leave machine-tool, yet,
And health ties are getting stronger, just the same.
The whole country is suffering the loss everywhere,
But there is believe, that not everything is based on faith, -
To the death war is declared
One miserable, poor cholera must face.
The people have risen on labor watch for you,
For the battle with new found blight, -
No pasaran, the cholera will not go through,
No - to cholera, and thatís it, and ball is finished for tonight!
Iíve dealt the cards yesterday on Queen of clubs,
And called her as a joke cholera, -
And Iíve understood: the cholera - itís a bluff,
To me it now seems like a chimera.
And Iíve gain now some more sense, Iíd say,
I feel myself like Gulliver,
And Iíve understood: the cholera - is not a plague, -
And everyone has always itís own cholera!
Iím sure: the cholera soon will come to a fiery end,
Come on - start the volley of thousand cannons!
Forward!.. To catch the cholera only can
Cholericís - unrestrained people, but us, itís not on.