Apple and pear trees were a-blooming, Mist (was) creeping on the river. Katyusha set out on the banks, On the steep and lofty bank. She was walking, singing a song About a grey steppe eagle, About her true love Whose letters she was keeping. Oh you song ! Little song of a maiden, Head for the bright sun. And reach for the soldier on the far-away border Along with greetings from Katyusha. Let him remember an ordinary girl, And hear how she sings, Let him preserve the Motherland, Same as Katyusha preserves their love.
Posted on: Sun, 18 May 2014 11:52:29 +0000
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