Apples and pears were blossomin
Mist on the river floating
On the bank katyusha stepped out

On the high steep bank.

Stepped out, started a song

About one grey steppe eagle
About her loved one
Whose letters she cherished.


Oh song, maiden's song
Fly towards the clear sun

And to the warrior on a far away border
Bring katysha's greeting.


May he remember this simple maiden
And hear her signing
May he save our motherland

And love, katyusha will save