Текст песни beketov. - февраль pt.1

February rolled up his pajamas. white as something stronger than me. I don’t remember what was in the beginning
I don’t know how he will behave again. the rustle beside me, I stand with bated breath. overgrown with a gray basement, I can’t breathe. a second before leaving, I stay almost calm. under the lead lead sky I'm a little tired. giant gray windows. become a background shot in my head. other similar shots. I don’t seem to come to my senses yet.