Whether a wind, whether a rain...

Whether a wind, whether a rain,
Behind a window spring again,
At night, I know, not will come you
In the morning again I wait for you.
Whether snow,whether stars,
At night,behind your eyes.
But you with me aren't present,
Only the moon orders to be
silent.
I hear your voice slightly,
I see yours lips hardly,
I go mad slightly,
And I write
verses hardly...