Apple and pear trees in blossom,
Fog hung over the river.
Katyusha stepped out,

On the steep high bank.

She was walking, singing a song

About a gray steppe eagle
Of the one she loved,
Of the one whose letters she was keeping.


Oh, you, song, song of a maiden,
Head for the bright sun.

The soldier on the far frontier
From Katyusha bring a greeting.


Let him think of an ordinary girl,
Let hear how she sings,
Let it protects native land,

And love Katyusha will keep strong.