Yes its 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 its true I lost my heart to a submarine girl
Sometimes you raised my periscope Sometimes you haven t got a hope
Do you still remember All those buses that we missed together? As deep inside we realised That soon the world would change forever Across the dancefloor In our patent leather shoes Six months under water Was enough to make a goddess out of you
Sometimes you raised 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 its true that we ve turned out alright
Yes its 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 its true I lost my heart to a submarine girl A submarine girlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
