Apple trees and pear

trees a flower,

River mist was rising all around.

Young Katusha went strolling by the

Hour on the steep banks,

O'er the rocky ground.

Young Katyusha went strolling by the

Hour on the steep banks,

O'er the rocky ground.

By the river's bank she sang a love song

Of her hero in a distant land.

Of the one she'd dearly

loved for so long,

Holding tight his letters in her hand.

Of the one she'd dearly

loved for so long

Holding tight his letters in her hand.

Oh, my song, song of

a maiden's 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.

To the one with who 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.

Tell him as he defends

our home that grateful,

True Katyusha our love will defend.

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,

O'er the rocky ground.

Young Katyusha went strolling by the

Hour on the steep banks,

O'er the rocky ground.