Paroles et traduction Les Choeurs De L'Armée Rouge feat. Boris Alexandrov - Katioucha

Katioucha

Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi,
Poplyli tumany nad rekoy;
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokiy bereg, na krutoy.

Vykhodila, pesnyu zavodila
Pro stepnogo, sizogo orla,
Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila,
Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla.

Oy, ty pesnya, pesenka devich'ya,
Ty leti za yasnym solntsem vsled,
I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'e
Ot Katyushi pereday privet.

Pust' on vspomnit devushku prostuyu,
Pust' uslyshit', kak ona poet,
Pust' on zemlyu berezhet rodnuyu,
A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhet.

Rasshchvetali yabloni i grushi,
Poplyli tumany nad rekoy;
Vykhodila na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokiy bereg, na krutoy

Katioucha

The apple and the pear trees are blossoming,
Mists float over the river;
Katioucha walked down to the bank,
To the high, steep bank.

She walked, and she sang a song
Of the steppe eagle in the sky,
Of the one she loved,
Of the one whose letters she treasured.

Oh, my song, my maiden's song,
Fly in the wake of the bright sun,
And to the soldier on the distant border,
Convey greetings from Katioucha.

May he remember the simple girl,
May he hear her sing,
May he protect his native land,
And Katioucha will keep his love safe.

The apple and the pear trees are blossoming,
Mists float over the river;
Katioucha walked down to the bank,
To the high, steep bank