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It's always like this - you give up writing songs and then bam ... a revelation. I never wrote reggae - I did it.

Petersburg reggae

Let's say that I was born in Cuba
Here the sun shines all year round
Coconuts are here And happiness in a cube
The horizon is not littered here
Hypothetically, I even know rhythms
Similar colorful latitudes
But still I'm not Cuban mom
In my seas a seasoned sprat

Chorus
Such Petersburg reggae
So I miss the sun
Here all year round in rain and snow
and the rider is forever on horseback
Here the sun came in at customs
Nobody puts a stamp on him
I'll take a visa in the morning
I'm leaving for the summer
To spite all the northern seas

And now I'm lying in Jamaica
In huge sunglasses
Forgot about shame and even a shirt
I look at the palm trees in the fields
Several weeks pass
And the whole oasis is like a lump in your throat
Here the calm will reach even in the coffin
And I remember home again

Chorus
Such Petersburg reggae
I miss so much again ...
Faces all year long in rain and snow
and a rider on a horse
And I'll stick at customs again
And I'm waiting for the stamp
My registration every year
Grows into the heart to anchors
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