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.