Glide the mists above the river waters,
Bloom in spring the pear and apple trees,
Comes Katyusha on the banks a-walking,
On the banks so sheer, steep and green.
Comes the girl and sings her song aloud –
Of her friend, her eagle of the steppes,
Of that hero, proud and beloved,
Of the one, whose letters she has kept.
Hey, my song, my maiden’s song, now listen:
Race behind the sun forever bright,
To my warrior on the borders distant
Bring Katyusha’s kisses, warm and light.
Let him love this girl, who’s kind and simple,
Let her song ring loud in his heart,
Let him guard our dear lands and cities,
And Katyusha’ll guard the love from harm.
Passed the mists above the river waters;
Bloomed no more the pear and apple trees,
Went Katyusha from the banks a-walking,
Taking home her song that traveled free.