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Management: Ofer Navaro & Rotem Florentin / www.navaro.co.il , rotemflorentin@gmail.com
Booking Agency: www.booktook.co.il +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
★★★
3 апр 2017
