Хор Василия Варшавского - Трансвааль, Трансвааль, страна моя
текст песни

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
And you burn on fire!
Under the tree waving
Pensive bug sat.

- What about whom I thought about
Do you grieve alone?
- I'm burning in my homeland
And sorry to me the edge of the native.

Here is an hour has come, hard hour
For my homeland.
Pray, women for us
Behind your sons.

Here I had ten sons,
Troy is not alive.
And for freedom are struggling
Six young others.
And the eldest son, gray old man,
It was killed in the war.
He is without prayer, without a cross
Buried in someone else's land.

And the youngest son, sixteen years old
She asked for war.
And I said that - no, no, no,
Baby will not take!

"Father, father, take me
WITH WILL!
I sacrificing my homeland
Mlata my life! "

Here he hears the words of the Son,
Hugged, kissed.
And in the same hour with prayer
Let's go to the enemy Stan.
One day before the battle
Our travel was broken.
Baby on position
Clear Cartridge Printed ...