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February reggae

Music and words - Ivan Chudinovsky

Ivan Chudinovsky - vocals, bass gitar, metallophone, dictaphone notes of trams

Maria Kaptikova - keys (main party), backing vocals

Anna Kluzhina - Domra

Elena Uglova - additional keys

Egor Maveltbaev - drums

Vyacheslav Kuznetsov - Marakas, Dzhembe

Ilya Tyumensev - Acoustic guitar

Elena "Elphi" Burakova - Block Fleet

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Coastal overnight with a white freshly swimming chalk

All trees, houses, lanterns and antennas.

This snowy February was fused to pieces

Poorly hardened snow -round happiness.

I'm walking on ice, I’ll fall off.

I will not get where I need to go, but I have to.

The eyes of the lanterns are empty, channels, bridges.

My boots, I would have dressed, fucking, felt boots! I'm no longer small.

February reggae.

I'm like a snowflake in a huge blizzard

In prickly snow

In the pockets of the hole, in the gloves of the hand.

And in the new century

Simple people will forget about us.

The rivers froze.

It is difficult to believe - there will be no spring!

February reggae.

February reggae.

Tram - electric paradise on wheels

Reading weather weather questions in the eyes.

Current - yok, no phase, everything stopped at once.

Uuuu, infection, so that he! I go to night darkness.

I'm walking on ice, I’ll fall off.

I will not get where I need to go, but I have to.

Blizzard, white bushes. Trees, bridges

My boots, I would have dressed, fucking, felt boots! I'm no longer small.

February reggae.

I'm like a snowflake in a huge blizzard

In prickly snow

In the pockets of the hole, in the gloves of the hand.

And in the new century

Simple people will forget about us.

The rivers froze.

It is difficult to believe - there will be no spring!

February reggae.

February reggae.

He took off, undressed, washed, warmed himself.

Lilac tea, Chulana creaky door.

There are no points in the note. There are no slippers in the apartment.

Dress the headphones - there will be a sound.

... reggae.

I'm like a snowflake in a huge blizzard

In prickly snow

In the pockets of the hole, in the gloves of the hand.

And in the new century

Simple people will forget about us.

The rivers froze.

It is difficult to believe - there will be no spring!

February reggae.

February reggae.

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In the version of the song for the video clip, partially another double of vocals is used. Differences not only in replacing the word "fucking" to the word "though." The second verse is also heard in another way (“uuu, infection!”) ​​And the end of the third chorus. There is also no ending with the sounds of the street and trams.