Analysis of ***

They left laugh behind, disappeared in dance,
You have stayed alone, and you see fragments
From the broken faces on the floor. Just count
Those, who’s disappeared, those who’s fallen down.

The died out glances are still keeping light;
Someone was so close – where is he tonight?
Floorboards will be creaking, walls will be vibrating
Only golden dress will be dreamt and waited!

Take another person, going to the night;
You will turn round, you’ll not catch my sight,
Varieties of glances’ only for alive-
We thought: it’s a party, it turns out into a live.