Текст песни Русская народная песня - Трансвааль, Трансвааль, страна моя

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
Burning you all on fire!
Under a branchy tree
He was sitting wounded.

I have nine sons,
Three are already dead,
And they are fighting for freedom
Six young children.

And the eldest son is an old man
Was killed in the war:
He without prayer, without a cross
He is buried in a strange land.

And the youngest son - thirteen years -
I asked to go to war,
I decided firmly, no and no -
Baby I will not take.

"Father, you will not spare
About the son in that battle-
How will you manage to die
For my homeland. "

I listened to his words,
Hugged, kissed
And on the same day, and at the same hour
On the battlefield took.

Once Upon a Battle
Our convoy was repulsed,
Baby for position
Crawling crawler brought.

Ah, the terrible, terrible hour has come
For my country,
Pray for women for us,
For your sons.

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
Boer old says:
For the wrong, God will punish us,
For the truth will reward