Текст песни Русский Стяг и Кодекс Чести - Трансвааль

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country!
You're all on fire!
Under the tree spreading
Pensively the boer sat.

What are you thinking, dear,
What do you grieve about, gray hair?
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 thirteen years old.
I asked to go to war
But I said no, no, no -
I will not take the baby.

Father, father, take me
With him to the war -
I sacrifice for my homeland
My young life.

Father, you will not blush
For the boy in battle -
I can die with you
For their homeland! ..

I listened to his words
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
Cartridge crawling brought.

And he's in powder smoke
It came to our mouths
But shot him in the back
Traitor hottentot.

It has arrived, it has been a difficult hour
For my homeland,
Pray women
For your sons.

Transvaal, Transvaal, my country!
Boer old says:
For God, God will punish you,
For the truth will award.