Days to Come
Kirlian Camera Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Kirlian Camera's "Days to Come" express a sense of desolation and disillusionment with the world. The first stanza sets the scene of a "wasted morning" with a menacing sky that is gifted to the listener by the singer. The only emotion that apparently still remains is hate. The singer has given up on their plans, which they describe as idiotic, and suggests going for a walk in the foggy streets. The second stanza introduces a sense of conflict, as the singer describes themselves as a cruel friend and wonders if they have given up on something they were fond of. However, there is no regret or lack of awareness, just a bitter acknowledgement of loss. The final stanza expresses a rejection of the world and a focus on the internal experience of joy and death. There is a sense of mourning for what has been lost, but also a defiance in the face of isolation and loneliness.


The repeated refrain of "I have joy and death within myself" encapsulates the central theme of the song - the duality of human experience, the capacity for both love and hate, and the inevitability of loss and death. The imagery of the foggy streets, lost dreams, and frozen winters contributes to a sense of disorientation and disconnection from reality. The singer's voice serves as a guide through this landscape, acknowledging the harshness of their surroundings while also asserting their own agency.


Line by Line Meaning

Don't be sad and come, come to look out
Cheer up and come to look out the windows


of the windows in a wasted morning,
Look out the windows on this wasted morning


this lost and menacing sky is yours,
The sky, with its ominous feel, belongs to you


it's just my gift, my gift for you.
Consider it a gift from me to you


Only my hate still remains,
All I have left is my hatred


only closed eyes and hazy shouting
My eyes are closed and I'm mumbling incoherently


which are dying out so lazily while
This exhaustion is slowly consuming me


everything shatters my idiot plans.
Everything falls apart and ruins my foolish schemes


Let's go for a walk to foggy streets,
Take a stroll through the foggy streets


foggy like the dreams we dreamt about and
As hazy as the dreams we once had


keep on staying alive in the frozen dreams
Survive in the frozen dreams


which somebody sings the praises of.
Which someone speaks highly of


Here is just the hand of your cruel friend,
I'm just the hand of your ruthless friend


in a silence "vie" with no return,
In a never-ending silence


then you push me back, back to the tiredness
Then you push me back to my exhaustion


where I come from... alone?
Am I all alone where I come from?


Maybe time ago I did give up,
Maybe I gave up some time ago


losing something I was fond of,
Giving up something I loved


but there is no trick, no lack of awareness,
I wasn't tricked or unaware


if I look back.
If I reflect on the past.


Some hours again, in the loss's sun,
Once again in the sun of defeat


and also your eyes will get a flower,
Your eyes too will eventually bloom


born among the new fear of the crowd,
Born from the fear of the masses


born while waiting crimes to come.
Born as we await impending evil


I have open eyes and I still breathe
My eyes are open and I'm still alive


and I breathe pure wrath in the cut air,
I breathe anger into the cold air


and believe me scorn is not enough
Believe me, mere contempt is insufficient


for this heaven.
To express the depth of my pain.


And I breathe the streets of loneliness
I breathe in the loneliness of the streets


even though they told I was dead
Even though they believe I'm dead


and I can't forget the boundless winter
I can't forget the endless winter


and what it whispers.
And the secrets it whispers to me


Only for your eyes I might cry,
I might cry for you alone


but I cannot look, cannot look at you.
But I can't bring myself to look at you


I have joy and death within myself.
I have both happiness and death within me


I have joy and death.
Both joy and death reside in me.




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