Apple trees and pear trees were flowers, 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 love so, 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.