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. 

 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. 

 Oh, my song, song of a maiden's [bad word] love, 
 To my dear one travel with the sun. 
 To the one with whom Katusha knew love, 
 Bring my greetings to him, one by one. 

 Let him know that I am [bad word] and faithful, 
 Let him hear the love song that I send. 
 Tell him as he defends our home that grateful, 
 [bad word] Katusha our love will defend.