тут, оказывается, народ не знает творчества Л. Когена

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul...

I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us...

Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died...

There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in...

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well...

жужжит, летает

( английский неприличный, но актуальный аналог )