Текст песни Меланхолия - Окончание

Tears your I wash my hand.
Look, my world dies.
Pain is a pain how to surpass it?
What I believed no longer save.
Everything broke, to smithereens, my dreams.
The world as the paper burns dottle.
Only one emptiness remained.

Follow your pulse, you feel beating.
It can give you love.
But someday, it will stop.
Forbidding you to live further.
And this we do not change.
And apparently it should have been ...