Katyusha
Apple trees and pear trees were a-blossoming,
Mist was creeping over the river wide.
Katyusha came out onto the riverbank,
On the high and steeply sloping side.
Katyusha came out onto the riverbank,
On the high and steeply sloping side.
She came out and started singing,
Of the gray steppe eagle of the south,
Of the one she dearly loved,
Of the one whose letters she kept safe.
Of the one she dearly loved,
Of the one whose letters she kept safe.