Vasily was walking through the forest,
Picking mushrooms, eating berries,
Until he heard an angel’s song,
A melody so pure no one could spoke.
He drew closer, and closer to the sound,
His ears blessed by this heavenly delight,
Until he saw a white woman with golden locks,
Her smile big and her eyes fixed.
Poor Vasily was now bewitched,
By the Samodiva’s voice and looks.
His life shall end as how he’d fell,
Another prey of a vengeful spirit,
Who charms and hex men with weaker mind,
Bewitches them and make them wind,
Until they are close enough to the white beauties,
To kill and eat and rejoice their deaths.
Some of them could escape for moments,
Only to be tortured by the wicked beauties.
But no one who encounters the Samodivas would survive,
Only if the spirit is not hungry enough to start.
Beware the songs and charms of this deadly beauties ,
For you do fall into her spells, your death shall be rejoiced by the white ladies.