Purple skies remind me of Katusha,
My sweet love who is so far away.
Bright young eyes that smile at me so bravely,
As we watched the stars grow pale and grey.

On the hill I lingered with Katusha,
Lingered till the dawn came stealin' through.
Oh my love, Katusha, my Katusha, [bad word] back, yes [bad word] back to you!

On the hill I lingered with Katusha,
Lingered till the dawn came stealin' through.
Oh my love, Katusha, my Katusha, [bad word] back, yes [bad word] back to you!