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Трансвааль, Трансвааль, страна моя,
Transvaal, Transvaal, my country,
И ты горишь в огне!
And you burn on fire!
Под деревом развесистым
Under the tree weaving
Задумчив бур сидел.
Pensive Bur sitting.


— О чём, о чём задумался,
- What about whom I thought about
Горюешь, одинок?
Do you grieve alone?
— Горюю я по родине
- I'm burning in my homeland
И жаль мне край родной.
And sorry to me the edge of the native.


Вот час настал, тяжёлый час
Here is an hour has come, a hard hour
Для родины моей.
For my homeland.
Молитесь, женщины, за нас,
Pray, women for us
За ваших сыновей.
Behind your sons.


Вот у меня было десять сынов,
Here I had ten sons,
Троих уж нет в живых.
Troy is not alive.
А за свободу борются
And for freedom are struggling
Шесть юных остальных.
Six young others.
А старший сын, седой старик,
And the eldest son, gray old man,
Убит был на войне.
It was killed in war.
Он без молитвы, без креста
He is without prayer, without a cross
Зарыт в чужой земле.
Buried in someone else's land.


А младший сын, шестнадцать лет,
And the youngest son, sixteen years old
Просился на войну.
She asked for war.
А я сказал, что — нет-нет-нет,
And I said that - no, no, no,
Малютку не возьму!
Baby will not take!


«Отец, отец, возьми меня
"Father, father, take me
С собою на войну!
With free to war!
Я жертвую за родину
I am victim for my homeland
Младую жизнь свою!»
Mlata my life! "


Вот слышит он слова сына,
Here he hears the words of the Son,
Обнял, поцеловал.
Hugged, kissed.
И в тот же час с молитвою
And in the same hour with prayer
Пошли на вражий стан.
Let's go to the enemy Stan.
Однажды пред сражением
One day before the battle
Разбит был наш обоз.
Our travel was broken.
Малютка на позицию
Baby on position
Ползком патрон принёс…
Clear Cartridge Printed ...


Transvaal, Transvaal, my dear land!
TRANSVAAL, TRANSVAAL, MY DEAR LAND!
Today you are in flame!
Today you are in flame!
A Boer is sitting by the tree
A BOER IS SITTING by The Tree
He's sad, he's old and lame.
He's Sad, He's Old and Lame.


What's wrong with you, my good old man?
What's Wrong Wrong Wrong MAN?
And why are you so sad?
And Why Are You So Sad?
I'm sorry for my people slain
I'm Sorry for My People Slain
And for my fathers land.
And for My Father Land.


I had ten sons before this strife
I HAD TEN SONS BEFORE THIS STRIFE
And three of them have died,
And Three Of Them Have Died
But seven others still alive
But Seven Others Still Alive
Continue bitter fight.
Continue Bitter Fight.


My oldest son - grey-haired old man
My Oldest Son - Grey-Haired Old Man
In action was he killed,
In Action Was He Killed,
With no cross and no pray
WITH NO CROSS AND NO PRAY
They buried him in the field.
THEY BURIED HIM IN THE FIELD.


My youngest boy - thirteen years old
My Youngest Boy - Thirteen Years Old
He said: “I’ll join you! Please!”
HE SAID: "I'll Join You! Please! "
But I was firm: “I know you’re bold
But i Was Firm: "I Know You're Bold
But war is not for kids!”
But War Is Not for Kids! "


He frowned and said:”I’ll go with you
HE FROWNED AND SAID: "I'LL GO WITH YOU
Or else I’ll go alone!
Or Else I'LL Go Alone!
I’m young and small, and that is true
I'm Young and Small, and That Is True
But still my hand is strong!
But Still My Hand Is Strong!


Please, dad! You’ll never be ashamed
Please, Dad! You'll Never Be Ashamed
Of me – your “little boy”!
Of me - Your "Little Boy"!
For our freedom and our land
For Our Freedom and Our Land
I’ll fight and die with joy!”
I'll Fight and Die With Joy! "


I heard his word, I kissed his head
I Heard His Word, I Kissed His Head
And took my boy with me,
And Took My Boy with Me,
And for the battlefield we left
And for the Battlefield We Left
For our right to be.
For ur right to be.


Through powder smoke he went ahead
THROUGH POWDER SMOKE HE WENT AHEAD
He bravely fought and died
HE BRAVELY FOUGHT AND DIED
Black traitor shot him in the head
Black Traitor Shot Him In The Head
Like coward from behind.
LIKE COWARD FROM BEHIND.


Transvaal, Transvaal, my dear land!
TRANSVAAL, TRANSVAAL, MY DEAR LAND!
Old Boer said once again
Old Boer Said Once Again
May us protect our God’s strong hand,
May US Protect Our God's Strong Hand,
And other honest men.
And Other Honest Men.