When the trees were covered all with flowers,
Mists came down, the sky was gray and blank.
Young Katyusha spent the early hours
On the high and rocky riverbank.
There she sang so tenderly and neatly,
Sang the song about the bird of prey,
'bout the fellow whom she loved so sweetly
And whose letters weren't thrown away.
Hey, you song, don't stay there any longer,
Fly behind the flock of little birds
To the soldier at the farthest border,
From Katyusha bring her tender words.
Make him think of Katya from the village,
Make him hear her voice from high above,
Let him save our country from the villains,
Let Katyusha wait and keep her love.
When the trees were covered all with flowers,
Mists came down, the sky was gray and blank.
Young Katyusha spent the early hours
On the high and rocky riverbank.
Katyusha
© Copyright: Максим Кушанов, 2025
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