Here there is no sun and meters of snow
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In winter, my entire region is covered,
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But in the heart of reggae sings about summer
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Close your eyes, feel the sunshine
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Here there is no sun and meters of snow
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In winter, my entire region is covered,
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But in the heart of reggae sings about summer
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Close your eyes, feel the sunshine
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In public transport
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In a stuffy subway or a frozen tram
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We think about the visa in the passport
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And two tickets to the ocean
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Can't describe in words how I wanted
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Bro, take a dip in the sunset
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And then lie down all night and watch
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On how the stars fall to the surface of the water
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Under a blanket of snowdrifts, the earth
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Curled up in a ball, the cat sleeps by the battery,
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And the rastaman dreams of Selassie Ai -
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Eternal source of life and inspiration
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Under a blanket of snowdrifts, the earth
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Curled up in a ball, the cat sleeps by the battery,
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And the rastaman dreams of Selassie Ai -
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Eternal source of life and inspiration
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Here there is no sun and meters of snow
|
In winter, my entire region is covered,
|
But in the heart of reggae sings about summer
|
Close your eyes, feel the sunshine
|
Here there is no sun and meters of snow
|
In winter, my entire region is covered,
|
But in the heart of reggae sings about summer
|
Close your eyes, feel the sunshine
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I'm not frozen, man, but when it became slush
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We seem to be teased by palm trees on the poster
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Where ladies almost walk in the water without clothes,
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And here we are wrapped like a bow with three scarves
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Numb legs
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Many people are like penguins, trampling at the bus stop
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We look at photos from the sea with pain in our hearts
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We remember how the warm wind caresses the skin,
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And here there are only blizzards and the angry howl of wires
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A blizzard lays a bed for us between houses,
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And here there are only blizzards and the angry howl of wires
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A blizzard lays a bed for us between houses
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Here there is no sun and meters of snow
|
In winter, my entire region is covered,
|
But in the heart of reggae sings about summer
|
Close your eyes, feel the sunshine
|
Here there is no sun and meters of snow
|
In winter, my entire region is covered,
|
But in the heart of reggae sings about summer
|
Close your eyes, feel the sunshine |