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Lying on the ground, our submarine
Buried in the mud of the most periscope
 All because mine hour
From the boat made a fraternal underwater coffin.

   Above us the beautiful sea,
   And on both sides of the strip shores.
   There was a song about space,
   And the air - just seven hours.

The radioman shouted: & quot; Save our souls! & Quot;
Through the water column fly dashes and dots,
A muffled silence all the presses in the ears -
Letter to the touch and daughter swallow.

   Above us the beautiful sea,
   And on both sides of the strip shores.
   There was a song about space,
   And the air - just six hours.

Purged completely ballast tanks,
But the submarine from a place not on foot,
Well, everything - the end! And on the ground, probably,
Already we are forgotten as we all called ...

   Above us the beautiful sea,
   And on both sides of the strip shores.
   There was a song about space,
   And the air - just five hours.

Lying on the ground, our submarine
Buried in the mud of the most periscope
Who is to blame, that the hour mine
From the boat made a fraternal underwater coffin