How many rumors always pierce our ears! How many gossips eat us up like moth! For example, There are rumors that everything will be expensive, Absolutely, especially alcohol and pants. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind. Oh, what’s happening! Last night they dug out a trench. They’ve discovered two cognac streams. It’s been said, that spies poisoned the water with toxic, And that the bread is made of fish-scales. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind. Hey, have you heard? They’re building an underground city, Some say, in case of a nuclear war. Did you hear? Soon all bath-houses will be closed, Everywhere, this information is true. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind. Yes, you know, now they’re postponing everything, They’ve even cancelled a military parade. Some say, that very soon certain things will be forbidden, They’ll even forbid to say "go to hell" as well. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind. Hey, you know, they are firing Mamykin - For his drunkenness, mischief and rioting. Yes, and by the way, your neighbor was arrested, Because he looks like Beria, you know. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind. Tempered in so many conversations, The rumors spread without knowing the limits. For example, there are gossips that there will be no more rumors, And rumors are spread that gossips might end soon. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind. And people sing to each other, whispering and screaming, The foolish scream always rings on the lips of fools. But the people aren’t used to hearing good rumors, They say that it’s all nonsense and bull. And just like flies here and there, The rumors go from house to house, While the toothless old bags spread them from mind to mind.
© Nathan Mer. Translation, 1991