Apple and pear trees were in bloom,
Mists were floating over the river.
Katyusha stepped out onto the riverbank,
Onto the high and steep bank.
She stepped out and started singing a song,
About a grey eagle of the steppe,
About the one whom she loved,
About the one whose letters she cherished.
Oh, you song, a maiden's little song,
Fly away following the bright sun,
And to the soldier on the distant border,
Deliver greetings from Katyusha.
And to the soldier on the distant border,
Deliver greetings from Katyusha.
Let him remember a simple girl,
And hear the way that she sings.
Let him protect his native land,
And Katyusha will protect their love.
Let him protect his native land,
And Katyusha will protect their love.
Apple and pear trees were in bloom,
