Blooming pears and apples all around her
With the morning mists beneath her feet
Walked Katyusha slowly by the river
On the rocky riverbank so steep.

She was walking, she was softly singing
Of her silver eagle of the steppe
Of the one for whom her heart was beating
Of the one whose letters she was keeping

Oh you tender song sung by a maiden
Spread your wings and fly towards the sun.
Find the soldier in the distant trenches
Bring him from Katyusha greetings fond.

May he then remember his beloved
May he hear her sweet song like a dove
To his last breath may he guard his homeland
Like Katyusha guards their tender love.