Analysis of Glad

As usual it happens,
From the burden of the past weight,
Past the flower fields,
Only rocks and decay.
Loss of personal qualities,
I searched for you a day,
My day feels like an era,
You're like a note without sound,
The warmth of your hands like April,
The gaze of gray eyes - a corrupting storm.

I loved you once,
I love you twice,
Endless thrice.
So the sunset, till dawn - will burn with a blue flame.
You know?
You're so deep - boundless.
And I could say hundreds of phrases,
- That you're hungover...
- The heart goes tick-tock...
And imagine, like a session,
More than one movie will be dedicated to you.
The smoke of smoldering cigarettes,
Imposes the scent
Of the fog of your hair.
And I'll take you in my arms,
Rock you like an unbreakable commandment.
Where you are the brightest creation,
In the shadow of such a harsh moon...
The star herself counts the little stars.
You're so indecently beautiful,
In St. Petersburg, they raise bridges,
You, beautifully, raise me - with a flutter of your eyelashes.