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