пошел в задницу, Лаэрт
но жалок тот, кто смерти ждет, не смея умереть!©
«And how could it be
That we'll never see
The first day of spring
And the last autumn leaves
So lost in my mind
I try to stay strong
If wounds healing time
Tell me why it's so hard to move on

(Hard to move on)
(I'll never move on)

A curse from mistakes
That we'll never make
The pictures of trips
That we'll never take
And all of these thoughts
They keep me awake
Hang on to your heroes
Before it's too late»