Katyusha

The apple and pear trees were in bloom,
Mists were rising over the river,
Katyusha came out on the high bank,
On the steep bank, on the high.
Katyusha came out on the high bank,
On the steep bank, on the high.

Katyusha started singing a song,
About a steppe, gray eagle,
About the one she loved,
About the letters he wrote.
About the one she loved,
About the letters he wrote.

Oh, that song, that little song, girl,
It flies after the bright sun,
And it reaches the far border
From Katyusha, sending a greeting.
And it reaches the far border
From Katyusha, sending a greeting.

Let him remember the simple girl,
Let him hear how she sings,
Let him cherish the dear land -
And Katyusha's love will guard it.
Let him cherish the dear land -
And Katyusha's love will guard it.

The apple and pear trees were in bloom,
Mists were rising over the river.
Katyusha left the bank,
She sent her song home.
Katyusha left the bank,
She sent her song home.