The masterpiece of beauty as a symbol of sweet Love,
She’s sure that her duty – just to take from men their power;
She does it with great passion as if drinkin’ tastest blood,
Her “houswife’s collection” is too big and she’s so proud!..
Pretendin’ inoffencive like a poor and modest sheep,
She makes her “work” effective through the spread of passion grips;
Men have to take it easy if she leaves them very soon,
Declarin’ that her busyness’s as if “barkin’ at the Moon”…
For her it doesn’t matter – older, younger, thin or thick,
Who sends her crazy letters, ‘cause she thinks she’s very slick
To play the fool with others who’s admired by her charm,
And many fit for father – they’re much elder, she’s so young…
The masterpiece of beauty as a symbol of sweet Love,
She has no piece of prudence when she rashly “throws a glove”
To men, she makes them heartache, greedily sucking their blood…
One gloomy rainy Monday “Vamp” will feel too heavy smart!..