Инсомния на английском языке

In an empty apartment, the clock is ticking,
And shadows slide shyly along the walls.
The stars are frozen in gloomy beauty,
And my dream has flown away. I couldn't fall asleep.
I lie, tossing and turning in bed, barely breathing,
And thoughts, like birds, circle in the sky.
And the night, like an old soul,
Quietly mourns something secret.

A light flickers in my night window,
And the city sleeps, covered with a blanket.
Only I wander alone in my past,
Where time drags on slowly and stings.
And a swarm of thoughts, invisible, flies and breaks free.
One story replaces another.
And in the night, I am like an outcast.
And all this is called insomnia.

She creeps like a soft shadow,
When the whole world is already having a sweet dream.
She glides through the autumn room,
And awakens thoughts like a chime.
Shadows of past days swarm in my head,
And plans for the future wander in the twilight.
Insomnia, like a sleeping executioner,
Tortures the mind, sitting on the ground.

And suddenly, when it seems like I'm about to fall asleep...
The dawn will paint the sky in a pale wave.
And a new day will come, unexpected and empty,
And the dream remained somewhere there, beyond that line.