Lyrics Виталий Каледин - Трансвааль, Трансвааль, страна моя

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country

                       You burn all on fire!

                       Under the tree spreading

                       Pensively the boer sat.

                       & quot; What are you thinking, dear,

                       What are you grieving about, gray hair? & Quot;

                       - & quot; I Grieve at Home,

                       And I feel sorry for my native land.

                       I have nine sons,

                       Three are no longer alive

                       And they fight for freedom

                       Six young rest

                       And the eldest son is an old gray man

                       He was killed in the war;

                       He is without prayer, without cross,

                       Zaryt in a strange land.

                       And the youngest son is twelve years old

                       I asked for war,

                       But I said no, no, no -

                       I will not take the baby.

                       "Father, father, take me

                       With him to the war -

                       I donate for my homeland

                       Young life your & quot ;.

                       I listened to the words baby,

                        Hugged, kissed

                       And on the same day, and on the same hour

                       On the battlefield took.

                       Once upon a battle

                       Recap was our wagon

                       Baby on position

                       Crawl cartridge brought,

                       It has arrived, it is a difficult hour

                       For my homeland.

                       Pray you women

                       For your sons.

           Transvaal, Transvaal, my country, -

                       Boer old says:

                       For god, God will punish us,

                       For the truth rewards & quot ;.