Apple trees and pears were a-blooming
Mist on the river was floating
Katyusha stepped out on the bank
On the high and steep bank.
Stepped out, she started a song
About one grey steppe eagle
A song about her loved one
Whose letters she cherished.
Oh a song, oh a maiden's song
Fly towards the clear and bright sun
And to the warrior on a far away border
Bring Katyusha's greeting to him.
May he remember this simple maiden
And hear her singing on the other bank.
May he save our motherland
And love, Katyusha will save