My sadness

[intro] [Chorus 1] A stubborn ailment, silent as a mouse, At dawn it fades — I barely feel its trace. But when the night falls, there’s no escaping now, It whispers, “Rest with me!” — I scowl, “Not in my bed, begone! [verse 1] I walked, I stumbled — step by step, Felt breath return, began to wake. Then green longing, serpent‑like, crept, Coiled round my neck — no time to break. Unknown before, through towns I fled, She whispered: «I’ve waited — don’t forget [chorus 2] A stubborn ailment, silent as a mouse, At dawn it fades — I barely feel its trace. But when the night falls, there’s no escaping now, It whispers, “Rest with me!” — I scowl, “Not in my bed, begone! [verse 2] «Now? Where? Why?» — questions unanswered, Trapped in her grip, though I resisted. I walk alone — my own true guide, Judge and master, with strength untired. Drag myself forth, no lead, no chain, Simple outside, but cunning within [chorus 3] A stubborn ailment, silent as a mouse, At dawn it fades — I barely feel its trace. But when the night falls, there’s no escaping now, It whispers, “Rest with me!” — I scowl, “Not in my bed, begone! [bridge] [verse 3] No poisonous tick — I bite my own soul, Shake off the weight, bear the toll. Scourge and whip — strip lies away, Erase all doubt, make truth my stay. «Fate, grant a gift — or let me pay, I’ll give my tribute till my dying day [chorus 4] A stubborn ailment, silent as a mouse, At dawn it fades — I barely feel its trace. But when the night falls, there’s no escaping now, It whispers, “Rest with me!” — I scowl, “Not in my bed, begone! [outro]