Катюша
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Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
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River mist was rising all around.
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Young Katusha went strolling by the hour
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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 true 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 true and faithful,
Let him hear the love song that I send.
Tell him as he defends our home that grateful,
True Katusha our love will defend.
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