Jar - Za wsią w leśnej dziczy

Behind the village in the forest wilderness
The peasant - forester, died
He didn't tell his wife
That he is a strzygon* himself.

Wife him after his death
She put him on straw
The face is cold, pale,
She covered it with a sheet.

Suddenly the dog starts
Snarl, drool.
Until here a peasant without a soul,
In the straw he moved

And so she gets up from the bed,
He intends to strangle the dog,
Then outside the window he disappears-
This is how he avoids death.

The wife took the child
In the chamber she closed herself,
Strzygor is breaking in
But he will not be able to enter.

So he took a second child,
From the cradle by the stove,
And a poor little boy
He tore the whole apart.

Then the voices at home
Forced the strzygon
To stay motionless
On the straw in the stuffy.

People all come in
Their eyes are moving around.
Dead child, cry in the chamber
Household in rumor.

So they broke down the door
The living child wailing
The wife is in tears
Pale and terrified.

Already the striga order
Put strzygon with face towards ground
Along with a piece of paper with his name
Given into palate.

And witha a shovel
They hit his back so,
He would not get up from the coffin
And will stay in the grave.


*Strzygon/Strzygoń/Strzyga/Strigoi - slavic deamon, very similar to vampire, later "wąpierz" (vampire) was used to call it, and then more "western" definiction of vampire overwriten characteristic of this deamon