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 Astrakhan’ the water melons being burn in vain, -
But worker won’t 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 that’s it, and ball is finished for tonight!

 
 
 
 

I’ve dealt the cards yesterday on Queen of clubs,
And called her as a joke cholera, -
And I’ve understood: the cholera - it’s a bluff,
To me it now seems like a chimera.

And I’ve gain now some more sense, I’d say,
I feel myself like Gulliver,
And I’ve understood: the cholera - is not a plague, -
And everyone has always it’s own cholera!

I’m 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
Choleric’s - unrestrained people, but us, it’s not on.