Катюша - (Американская версия на английском)

All the apple and pear trees were blooming Fog swam free above the river’s buoys She walked onto the riverbank: Katyusha Those banks, so steep, like the beach of Troy. She walked onto the riverbank: Katyusha Those banks, so steep, like the beach of Troy. She had come to sing about her eagles Fighting coldly in a land afar About those who she dearly loved and dreamed of About those whose letters she now guards About those who she dearly loved and dreamed of About those whose letters she now guards