Days To Come - Kirlian Camera

Don’t be sad and come, come to look out

Of the windows in a wasted morning

This lost and menacing sky is yours

It’s just my gift, my gift for you

Only my hate still remains

Only closed eyes and hazy shouting

Which are dying out so lazily while

Everything shatters my idiot plans

Let’s go for a walk to foggy streets

Foggy like the dreams we dreamt about and

Keep on staying alive in the frozen dreams

Which somebody sings the praises of

Here is just the hand of your cruel friend

In a silence «vie» with no return

Then you push me back, back to the tiredness

Where I come from… alone?

Maybe time ago I did give up

Losing something I was fond of

But there is no trick, no lack of awareness

If I look back

Some hours again, in the loss’s sun

And also your eyes will get a flower

Born among the new fear of the crowd

Born while waiting crimes to come

I have open eyes and I still breathe

And I breathe pure wrath in the cut air

And believe me scorn is not enough

For this heaven

And I breathe the streets of loneliness

Even though they told I was dead

And I can’t forget the boundless winter

And what it whispers

Only for your eyes I might cry

But I cannot look, cannot look t you

I have joy and death within myself

I have joy and death