Karjalan Katjusa

< Katyusha

Kauniisti kukkii syrenit ja ruusut,
tuoksuu tuomet joen rannalla.
Joen rannalla kaunis Katjuusa,
joen korkealla rannalla.

Yksin kulkee, hiljaa lauleskelee
sille sinisilmä pojalle.
Sille, jota aina muisteleepi,
sille, jota hellin rakastaa.

Oi, sä laulu, laulu tytön nuoren,
riennä sinne, mis on miesten tie!
Terveisiä soturille Suomen
Karjalasta Katjuusalta vie.

Kauniisti kukkii syrenit ja ruusut,
tuoksuu tuomet joen rannalla.
Joen rannalla kaunis Katjuusa,
joen korkealla rannalla.


Apple trees and pear trees were a flower,
River mist was rising all around.
Young Katusha went strolling by the hour
On the steep banks,
O'er the rocky ground.

By the river's bank she sang a love song
Of her hero in a distant land.
Of the one she'd dearly loved for so long,
Holding tight his letters in her hand.

Oh, my song, song of a maiden's true love,
To my dear one travel with the sun.
To the one with whom Katusha knew love,
Bring my greetings to him, one by one.

Let him know that I am true and faithful,
Let him hear the love song that I send.
Tell him as he defends our home that grateful,
True Katusha our love will defend.