Das Gerücht [English translation]

Rumors are so sweet and fine

One likes to hear them and get involved

One drinks the nectar with pleasure

Because one have to love rumors

It whispers, mumbles, sneaks and creeps

Come on and feed it, it tastes so sweet

Now is the right moment

It sits in your neck

It sucks onto your lips

It sits in the brain and clings

Just like a virus then and when

the progeny leave instead of the ancestor

One crave after it, greed is great

And proudly feed the fruit on lap

And spits it out full of scorn and ridicule

It pushes the masses to scaffold

The fever of the sweet rumors

makes us hungry, makes us empty

The fever of the sweet rumors

And we want more and more

The fever of the sweet rumors

Kisses you in joke once again

The addiction of the rumors

We never get enough

It is crazy after smug

the secret or unknown

the twisted and macabre things

Which mostly sound heinous and evil

One crave after it, greed is great

And proudly feed the fruit on lap

And spits it out full of scorn and ridicule

It pushes the masses to scaffold

The fever of the sweet rumors

makes us hungry, makes us empty

The fever of the sweet rumors

And we want more and more

The fever of the sweet rumors

Kisses you in joke once again

The addiction of the rumors

We never get enough