Tainstvennaya - Paradox

Don't stand, sit down, be quiet, I feel
Breathing the weary truth, I don't sleep at night
I look at the moon, there behind the murky glass
I search for my star I don't sleep at night
Just staring into the darkness like at a window
But into another world that never happens again and again
Do I not sleep at night?
I waste my poems, every verse, unfinished lines
Every stanza like a step in the dark
An attempt not to be silent, not to let go
Another broken story in fate
I love the night for its silence and stillness
For the mystery it keeps
For someone who is unlucky in the game will be lucky in love
And I have been too lucky for the game to take revenge on me for it
I love the night for the fact that I can be myself when words are not noise
But whispers of other boundaries
Should I tell?
Is it necessary?
I don't throw words to the wind for I am not a nightingale