Quarantine-quarantine, with no medication you also have nothing for the pain. On the wings of the bat and on the wings of the birds you have appeared. You also sow death through the meat of the swine.  

Quarantine-quarantine, you try to send distress signals out to the big world. But there is no savior that will appear on your horizon. Yes, while death claims bigger and bigger numbers for himself.

Quarantine-quarantine, you have appeared so suddenly out of nothing. Look, after a short sickbed, man loses their consciousness. With blood foaming red-brown from their nostrils, Death comes quickly to claim his victim.

Quarantine-quarantine, you move quickly forward in a very straight line and there is nobody left to clean up behind you. You also have no vaccine or even just something for the pain. You come airborne, on the wings of the wind, to appear everywhere, terrifyingly.