Blossoms graces the apple trees and pear trees.
Mist upon the river floated by.
Down Katusha came to gather berries
On the cliff top rising steepe and high.
There she walked and there she started singing
Of the dive-grey eagle of the step
Of the one that she had heart her winging
Of the one whoose letters she had kept.
Song of love her maiden love declaring,
Chase the sun and speed without delay.
Warmest greeting from Katusha bearing
To the border guardman far away.
May the boy his village girl remember,
May he hear her love of tenderness,
May he guard his native land forever,
And Katusha guard her love no less.
Blossoms filled the apple trees and pear trees,
Mist upon the river floated by,
Down Katusha came to gather berries
On the cliff top rising steepe ang high.
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