katyusha

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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.