Текст песни Februrary - Gregory Alan Isakov

February comes along again
Now we are rust coloured stones.

And I traded all my thoughts in
For an hour of sleep in the snow.
And I dreamed up this old western sky
That follows me all the days.
And I dreamed up this dust????

My dancing feet alone.

February we march with frozen hands and bones to the door
And stomp our fate in cafes, and houses and churches.
Today I saw two blue flowers and thought of you.
And oh, it made me move, my dancing shoes.
My dancing shoes, my dance feet along.
When will we ever fall? I don't know.
No, I don't know. And when will they ever fall?
I don't know.