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Katyusha...
Apple and pear trees were ablooming..
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 faraway border.
Along whith greetings from Katyusha.
Let him remember an ordinary girl.
And hear how she sings.
Let him preserve the Motheland.
Same as Katyusha preserves their love.
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