да, я, кстати, заменяю пиздострадания в жизни ими же в книгах, очень эффективный способ
Oh, bury me in armour
Under the apple tree
And on my grave
Just write "Was brave
Unknown underneath"
Oh, bury me in spring time
When everything's in bloom
With your regard
I know - my blood
Will turn to apples soon.
Oh, bury me. And leave there
Your love and your regrets.
The time goes on.
You know I've won
Enough the fighter gets.
Oh, bury me. Forget me.
Oh, bury me alive.
The roots will grow
Through heart and soul
And tear them like a knife.
Oh, bury me in armour.
Just take it as a game.
I'll wait until
Your heart is still
And then we'll meet again.