Ю.Шевчук - Трансваль, Трансваль, страна моя...
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Transval, transval, my country
You are all in fire
Under the tree is weighing
Thinking around the drill

What are the old man about?
What are you thoughtful?
I'm grief about my homeland
And it's a pity I am a native land

Sons of all ten I have
Three are not alive
And fight for freedom
Seven young others

And the eldest son, old Sedoy
Was killed in war
He is without prayer, without a cross
Buried in a foreign land

And the youngest son, thirteen years old
He asked for war
I decided firmly - no and no,
I won’t take a baby

But he answered frowning:
"Father, I'll go too
Let me be weak, let me be small -
My hand is true "

Yes, the hour has come, a hard hour
For my homeland.
Pray for women for us
For your sons