Apples and pears were blossoming,
mist was floating above the river.
On the bank Katusha stepped out,
On the high steep bank.
On the bank Katusha stepped out,
On the high steep bank.
She stepped out, started a song
About one steppe grey eagle.
About her loved one,
Whose letters she was keeping.
About her loved one,
Whose letters she was keeping.
Oh you song, maiden’s little song,
Fly towards the clear sun,
And to the warrior on a far away border
Bring Katyusha’s greeting.
And to the warrior on a far away border
Bring Katyusha’s greeting.
May he remember a simple girl,
And hear her singing.
May he save the motherland,
And love, Katyusha will save.
May he save the motherland,
And love, Katyusha will save.