bank, katyusha went out, on the high bank on the steep, she went out, started a song, holiday but vasilovabout the one who she loved, about the one she didn’t pray for, about... the one she loved, about the one whose letters she took care of, oh, you’re a song, a girlish song, you’re flying after the clear sun, the light, and to natalie’s border fighter, pass the katyusha stick, and the fighter was given the border. say hello from katyusha, he’s such a good guy that we can’t have enough songs, excited by the power of the man’s service. let's call up our circle of friends, goodbye, beloved city, leaving the morning to the sea, and the early couple. let's push down the sugarmoss, familiar klatona, blahetaga! you use your hair in a trapeze act, and so do you hanging by your hair, yes cheese, then a cutlet, take a cutlet, then a tomato, how many lettuce leaves you need, it’s delicious, you have to do it this way, it’s just delicious. the only thing better than a pioneer is a whole choir of pioneers, only the sky , only the wind, only joy ahead, the best of all, the new season, look after the