Mikhail Isakovsky
Katyusha

All the apple and pear trees are in blossom,
Morning fogs along the river creep,
And the girl, Katyusha, young and lovesome,
Comes the river bank that’s high and steep.

She walks out and starts a song about
Her brave boy - a steppe dove-colored eagle,
How she waits for him, without doubt
To his letters glad she's been and will.

Let you, song, according to her order
Fly to heights, and follow the Earth,
To the soldier at the country’s border
From Katyusha bring the greeting warmth.

Let him hear the song true and sincere,
By the honest girl sent as a dove.
Let him keep safe earth beloved, dear,
And Katyusha will take care of love.

All the apple and pear trees are in blossom,
Morning fogs along the river creep,
And the girl, Katyusha, young and lovesome,
Comes the river bank that’s high and steep.

Translated by Vyacheslav Chistyakov