Текст песни Б. Алмазов - За Охтою...

For octo, for octo,
At the Vyborg side
Yesterday's soldiers
Sang about war.
Wound smoke over the pipes,
Sunset flamed in the window.
Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
You are all burning on fire.

Changes were workers,
For cool rain lil.
Lavoro the harmonica porky
Overall on vodka asked.
Killed photos
Greys on the wall.
Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
You are all burning on fire.

Wagons, barracks, dugouts,
Gauze widow
In the morning groaning wounds
According to cards, bread gives.
Through years, distances
Rings hurts me:
Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
You are all burning on fire.