Katyusha There was a song about a steppe gray eagle About the one she loved, about the one whose letters she kept Oh, you are a song, a song of a maiden You fly after the bright sun And send greetings to the soldier on the far border from Katyusha Let him remember a simple girl Let him hear her singing Let him take care of his native land And Katyusha will take care of love Apples and pears bloomed Fogs swam over the river Katyusha went ashore On the high shore, on the steep Katyusha went ashore On the high shore, on the steep
