There was the time when pears and apples starts in blossom
Mists appears to float down the river
On the steep bank of the river the girl Katyusha walked out
On the cliff bank walked.
She walked and sang a clear song
A song about the ash-grey steppe eagle
And about her heartbeat
About the man whose letters she cherished.
Oh song, crystal song,
Fly to the border towards the shining sun
And on a far, far-away frontier
Bring her tender words to the soliger.
May he remember his beloved one
Make him hear her singing
May he save his land
May he knew that Katysha will save his love.
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Apples and pears were blossoming
Mist on the river floating
On the bank Katyusha stepped out
On the high steep bank.
Stepped out, started a song
About one grey steppe eagle
About her loved one
Whose letters she cherished.
Oh song, maiden's song
Fly towards the clear sun
And to the warrior on a far away border
Bring Katysha's greeting.
May he remember this simple maiden
May he hear her signing
May he save our motherland
And love, Katyusha will save
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Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой;
Выходила на берег Катюша,
На высокий берег, на крутой.
Выходила, песню заводила
Про степного, сизого орла,
Про того, которого любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Ой, ты песня, песенка девичья,
Ты лети за ясным солнцем вслед,
И бойцу на дальшем пограничье
От Катюши передай привет.
Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую,
Пусть услышит, как она поет,
Пусть он землю бережет родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережет.
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