Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O'er the rocky ground.
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.
Of the one she'd dearly loved for so long
Holding tight his letters in her hand.