The apple and pear trees blossomed,
Clouds and fog spread over the river.
Out for a walk on the banks was Katyusha,
On the steep, sharp bank of the river.
Softly, softly, she walked along,
And remembering, she burst into song
About the blue-colored eagle, so brave and so strong.
About the one she is waiting for,
About the one whose letters she reads again and again.
Eagle, remember the simple girl,
Pilot, remember your promise so true.
Guard and defend the native soil
And Katyusha will be faithful to you!
(Song popular in Russia circa WWII, trans. Chaim Shapiro)