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.