Apple and pear trees were a-blooming,Mist (was) creeping on the river.Katyusha set out on the banks,On the steep and lofty bank.She was walking, singing a songAbout a grey steppe eagle,About her true love,Whose letters she was keeping.Oh you song! Little song of a maiden,Head for the bright sun.And reach for the soldier on the far-away borderAlong with greetings from Katyusha.Let him remember an ordinary girl,And hear how she sings,Let him preserve the Motherland,Same as Katyusha preserves their love.
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Apple and pear trees were a-blooming,
Mist (was) creeping on the river.
Katyusha set out on the banks,
On the steep and lofty bank.
She was walking, singing a song
About a grey steppe eagle,
About her true love,
Whose letters she was keeping.
Oh you song! Little song of a maiden,
Head for the bright sun.
And reach for the soldier on the far-away border
Along with greetings from Katyusha.
Let him remember an ordinary girl,
And hear how she sings,
Let him preserve the Motherland,
Same as Katyusha preserves their love.
Post a Comment