Katyusha

Apple trees and pear trees were aflower, River mist was rising all around. Young Katyusha went strolling by the hour On the steep banks, O'er the rocky ground. Oh, my song, my song of a maiden's true...

Everyday, Katyusha When the sun starts to beat down Changing into a pure white T-shirt now I want to invite you to go somewhere By the coast On the national highway Getting on the bus with open seats...