Lyrics

There was this man Who I was friendly with We used to walk around The city where we lived We saw a vacant plynth In the central square He said "I'd look quite good If I was standing there" (and I said) No, I'm not and artist, no, I'm not the mayor No, I'm not a sculptor I'm a mirror In my working phase At the country court Writers bought me drinks And asked me what I thought (and I'd say) No, I'm not a lawyer, no, I'm not the judge No, I'm not the jury I'm a mirror I'm just a blurred reflection I've been to heaven And I've been to hell When people see me They see thеmselves (and I say) No, I'm not and angel, no, I'm not a god No, I'm not thе devil I'm a mirror I'm just a blurred reflection