Текст песни Ю.Шевчук - Трансваль, Трансваль, страна моя...

Transval, Transval, My Country
You are all right in fire
Under the tree waving
Pensive Bur Sidel

What are the old worry about?
What are you thoughtful?
I'm burning about my homeland
And sorry to me the land of native

Sons of all ten me
Troy is not alive
And for freedom struggling
Seven young others

And the eldest son, the old man is gray
Killed was in war
He is without prayer, without a cross
Buried in someone else's land

And the youngest son, thirteen years
She asked for war
I decided that I was firmly - no, no,
Baby not take

But he frowning answered:
"Father, I will go and I
Let me be weak, let me be small -
Your hand is true "

Yes, an hour has come, a heavy hour
For my homeland.
Pray women for us
For your sons