I won’t tell you anything

I won’t tell you anything
And I won’t worry you at all
And that I silently endure
I will not dare to hint for anything.

Night flowers sleep all day
But only the sun will set behind the grove
The sheets are quietly revealed
And I hear the heart bloom

And into a sick, tired chest
Moisturizing in the night … I tremble
I don’t worry you at all
I won’t tell you anything.