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Facebook: Shefita | Instagram: the_real_shefita | Management: Ofer Navaro & Rotem Florentin / , rotemflorentin@ Booking Agency: 972-3-6887116 Digital Distribution: NaNa Disc ★★★ Directed, Filmed & Edited and Color Correction by Kobie Flashman Produced by Esti Simon Gaffer\ Lighting - Ftian Ibrahim Camera Assistant - Armen Sarkisov Art Director - Gal Nae Production Assistant - Jacob Simon Makeup Artist & Beauty Staff - Ben Ravivo Makeup Assistant - Liraz Solomon Styling - kfir cohen Shefita's outfit designer – Mali Aviv Clothes – Danny Bar shay “HaKol Dvash“ Jewelry - Loni Vintage Wigs - Rivka Zahavi Stills photography - Dana Miness Judge \ Prisoner \ Jailer \ Dead Man - SHEFITA Inmates -Timor Cohen & Reut Akkerman Filmed at AG Production Solutions Special Thanks : Dorit Shefy, Guy Neeman, Einav Shamir, Studio 2 art - yoav and Charli Lyrics and music by SHEFITA Produced by SHEFITA Arraignment – SHEFITA and the band Recorded at Bardo's studio & at Tzolelet studio Sound techniques - Avi Ein-Tzur & Ishai Ben Rafael Hirschler Mix & Master - Ishai Ben Rafael Hirschler (Tight Music) Oud – Sefi Asfuri Cello - Mayu Shviro Bass - Ziv Grinberg Percussion - Nur Bar Goren Viola & Violin – Nitzan Canetty Programing & Synths - Moran Kariv Backing Vocals – Dekel Dvir & Netanel Lesser ★★★ As we were waiting to get our key from the reception You took a brochure and circled activities And I remember the weather December, but here it's actually warm Local choir sang ballads in the lobby And now I miss you And in my ear you were perfectly clear “my love, it's breakfast“ You always mentioned how critical this meal is And I remember the weather together, at the ecological pool Little fish ate my feet dead skin for free And now I miss you, I do Look what you done to me, I'm broken, broken, broken Look what you did to me, I'm sad And I can still feel the smoke and the steam above the engine You pooled the hood like mechanics do, to impress me And I remember the weather intolerable, 40 degrees in the shade You took a napkin and wiped the sweat from my face And now I miss you But at the 7/11 I reached to the Ben&jerry You put your hand on my belly and whispered “Don't“ I don't remember no weather no nothing, black screen rolled down on my eyes I took a shovel and smashed it into your head And now I miss you, I do Look what you done to me, I'm broken, broken, broken Look what you did to me, I'm sad What have I done, What have I done Look what you done to me, I'm broken, broken, broken Look what you did to me, I'm sad ★★★
