Текст песни Виталий Каледин - Трансвааль, Трансвааль, страна моя

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country

You are all on fire!

Under the tree spreading

The drill sat pensively.

"What are you thinking about, fellow,

What are you grieving about, gray hair? "

- "I grieve for my homeland,

And I'm sorry for my native land.

I have nine sons,

Three of them are no longer alive

And they are fighting for freedom

Six young rest

And the eldest son - a gray-haired old man -

Was killed in the war;

He is without prayer, without a cross,

Buried in a foreign land.

And the youngest son of twelve

I asked to go to war

But I said no, no, no -

I won't take the baby.

"Father, father, take me

With me to war -

I sacrifice for my homeland

My life is young. "

I listened to the words of the baby

Hugged, kissed

And on the same day and at the same hour

He took it on the battlefield.

Once upon a time in battle

Our train was repulsed,

Baby on the position

Crawling the cartridge brought,

The hour has come, the hard hour has come

For my homeland.

Pray you women

For your sons.

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country, -

Boer the old says:

God will punish us for falsehood,

He will reward for the truth. "