Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks, over the rocky ground.
By the rivers bank she sang a love song
Of her hero in a distant land.
Of the one shed dearly loved for so long,
Holding tight his letters in her hand.
Oh, my song, song of a maidens true love,
To my dear one travel with the sun.
To the one with whom Katyusha knew love,
Bring my greetings to him, one by one.
Let him know that I am true and faithful,
Let him hear the love song that I send.
Tell him as he defends our home that grateful,
True Katyusha our love will defend.
