Katyusha


 Blooming apple trees and pear trees,
Mist over the river.
Katyusha stepped out,
On the high bank of the steep.

She was walking, singing a song
About a gray steppe eagle
Of the one she loved,
Of the one whose letters she was keeping.

He you, song of a maiden,
Head for the bright sun.
And the soldier on faraway border
From Katyusha bring a greeting.

Let him remember an ordinary girl,
Let him hear how she sings,
Let him preserve the Motherland,
A Katyusha preserves their love.

Blooming apple trees and pear trees,
Mist over the river.
Katyusha stepped out,
On the high bank of the steep.