Apple trees and pear trees were a flower, 
River mist was rising all around. 
Young Katusha 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. 

Oh, my song, song of a maiden s true love, 
To my dear one travel with the sun. 
To the one with whom Katusha 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 Katusha our love will defend.