Текст песни Beatrice - Так быстро мое сердце бьется,

So fast my heart is beating
So painfully torn from the chest.
And for the soul there is no longer
No chance to save me.

So bitter tears pour down hail
And lips silently rush into the blood.
Poisoning himself all the time
I cut my love in the bud.

So roughly tearing apart
The last time I drive a bow.
The soul groans like a bird
And everything hovers over the chaos of the circle.

And the strings are breaking very loud
It will always burn inside.
But I won’t get back
And it will be bitter to the very end.