Катюша
Michail Vasiľevič Isakovskij / Михаил Васильевич Исаковский| INGLESE / ENGLISH [3] - NAT KING COLE'S "KATUSHA" (1945) | |
| KATYUSHA Apple trees and pears were in blossom On the river hung the morning mist Young Katyusha stepped up on the high bank' Of the river steep bank in the midst. On the bank Katyusha started singing Of a proud grey eagle of the steppe Of the one Katusha loved so deeply Of the one whose letters she has kept Oh, you song, you bright song of a maiden Fly you by the sun, fly like a bird. To the soldier on faraway border From Katusha bring a greeting word. Let him think of simple native maiden Let him hear Katyusha's clear song. He will guard the land of dear homeland And their love Katyusha will keep strong. Apple trees and pears were in blossom On the river hung the morning mist Young Katusha stepped up on the high bank Of the river steep bank in the midst. | Purple skies remind me of Katusha, My sweet love who is so far away. Bright young eyes that smile at me so bravely, As we watched the stars grow pale and grey. On the hill I lingered with Katusha, Lingered till the dawn came stealin' through. Oh my love, Katusha, my Katusha, I'll come back, yes I'll come back to you! On the hill I lingered with Katusha, Lingered till the dawn came stealin' through. Oh my love, Katusha, my Katusha, I'll come back, yes I'll come back to you! |
