Текст песни Без комментариев - Как жаль, что я есть

what a pity that I am
what a pity
what a pity that I am
what a pity

how painful to peck at closed doors forehead
how hard it is to get rid of an idiot
how nice to hide behind a mask but be a slave
and how easy it is to avoid the turnaround
                                    reversing
                                       reversing
                                           reversing
                                               reversing
what a pity that I am
what a pity
what a pity that I am
what a pity

time rumble tries not to give a chance
 put a stick in the wheels of events
but drops of time are falling over the soul
closing the memory in the room of its opening mirrors

what a pity that I am
what a pity
what a pity that I am
what a pity