Текст песни Ес Соя - Теплый липтон

once we both dreamed of spring subcutaneously
 Now far . impossible.
 but. I remember the landing
 almost under the roof .
 the dirty elevator
 the warm Lipton .

 and my monologue at your feet
 ( it's not that I have loved you ,
 but the fact that you're sitting on the three steps above)

 monologue about life
 it is impossible to touch up as one of the regrown strands.
 and how your son called me uncle.