в последнее время в моей голове регулярно играет fontaines d.c — i love you.
ответ сам меня нашёл?
and they say they love the land,
but they don’t feel it go to waste
hold a mirror to the youth
and they will only see their face
makes flowers read like broadsheets,
every young man wants to die
say it to the man who profits,
and the bastard walks by