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[00:22.11]Yes it's true, I think of you
[00:24.54]In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
[00:32.37]As somewhere on the radio
[00:35.10]Our leader says the war is over
[00:43.02]Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
[00:53.58]I think of you, and yes it's true
[00:56.31]I lost my heart to a submarine girl
[01:03.63]Sometimes you raise my periscope
[01:14.67]Sometimes you haven't get a hope
[01:30.96]Do you still remember
[01:33.00]All those buses that we missed together?
[01:41.22]As deep inside wе realized
[01:43.92]That soon the world would changе forever
[01:51.87]Across the dance floor in our painted leather shoes
[02:02.58]Six months underwater
[02:04.68]Was enough to make a goddess out of you
[02:12.45]Sometimes you raise my periscope
[02:23.43]Sometimes you haven't got a hope
[02:30.36]Sitting in a hut with a snoring sergeant
[02:33.18]Polishing your boots, did you find the time to think of me?
[02:40.08]And now we're sitting in the armchairs by the fireside
[02:43.80]Looking at the children of our children happily
[02:50.67]And when I look at you sometimes at night
[03:01.23]Well then I know it's true
[03:04.23]That we've turned out alright
[03:18.03]Yes it's true, I think of you
[03:20.49]In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
[03:28.41]As somewhere on the radio
[03:31.05]Our leader says the war is over
[03:38.94]Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
[03:49.53]I think of you, and yes it's true
[03:52.26]I lost my heart to a submarine girl
[03:58.80]A submarine girl
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Yes it's true, I think of you
In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
As somewhere on the radio
Our leader says the war is over
Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
I think of you, and yes it's true
I lost my heart to a submarine girl
Sometimes you raise my periscope
Sometimes you haven't get a hope
Do you still remember
All those buses that we missed together?
As deep inside wе realized
That soon the world would changе forever
Across the dance floor in our painted leather shoes
Six months underwater
Was enough to make a goddess out of you
Sometimes you raise my periscope
Sometimes you haven't got a hope
Sitting in a hut with a snoring sergeant
Polishing your boots, did you find the time to think of me?
And now we're sitting in the armchairs by the fireside
Looking at the children of our children happily
And when I look at you sometimes at night
Well then I know it's true
That we've turned out alright
Yes it's true, I think of you
In an air-raid shelter filled with clover
As somewhere on the radio
Our leader says the war is over
Do you recall the coarseness of my uniform?
I think of you, and yes it's true
I lost my heart to a submarine girl
A submarine girl