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That is beautiful?Someone posted this translation on a different youtube video of the same song.
So, I'm going to assume this is the correct translation.
Apple trees and pear trees went into blooming,
River mists began a floating flow,
She came out and went ashore, Katyusha!
On the lofty bank, on the steeply shore.
She came out and sang the song about
Her young friend, the bluish eagle from steppe
All about the one she dearly loved,
The one whose letters she treasured and kept.
Hey, a song, the song of the young girl,
Fly and go after the bright Sun,
Find a soldier on the distant borderlands
Say hello from Katyusha waiting long for him.
Let him remember the young and simple maiden,
Let him hear the song she now sings,
Let him protect his Motherland for sure,
And their love Katyusha will protect.
Frankly in America you might be considered a commie? Here we are very far to the right...Red Army music is the best, which is strange for me because I am a dyed in the wool aussie tory! But I guess Variety never hurt