Petrichor - Karg перевод на английский

Petrichor

De letztn Tåg hom mi donn doch a weng vaändert
Und a Teil vo mir is zruck bliem auf de kargen weiten Föder
I hob jo oiwai glaubt, I wuad do moi zum sterbn herkuma
Owa stott dessen woan dia
Bodenlosen Schluchtn am End vo dera G'schicht
Da Ort meina Geburt
Vasteckt, hintam Fluss wiad es Lånd si weitn
De Wödt wird vergeh, söbst de Stürme schweign
I hob mi oafoch blind und taub g'stödt, an Åbschied hods nia gem
Das I jemois wieda hoamkehrn muas woa
Mir in jene Stund no länga ned bewusst
Es san koide Tog de uns no erwoatn, se treiben uns iangwonn wieda hoam
Wei a oi de schwerelosn Stundn san doch Trugbüd mehr ois Wirklichkeit
Und so sand de vaschrobenen G'schichtn,
De sie es Lebn üwa de Joare zommen g'reimt
Boid a koan Groschn mehr wert im schüttern Liacht unserer letzten Tåge
Lång lebe da Tod
Da Regn, er riacht do iangwia onders, onders ois dahoam
Vielleicht a ned, owa zumindest kumbts ma a so vua
Und a de Foarbn san nohezua ungetrübt und unvadorbn
Ois wuad I olles kloara seng ois in oi de Joare zuvua
Åhnungslos und frei vo Missgunst wernd ma in des Leben g'stoßn
Und verlieren uns oft schmerzlich in nur oi zu großa Hoffnung
Stoipan durch a verrohte Wödt,
Sähn nua Wind owa erntn in Sturm Verbrennan uns
Ständig d' Händ im Feia, owa scheitern so zumindest mit Stil
Es san koide Tog de uns no erwoatn, se treiben uns iangwonn wieda hoam
Wei a oi de schwerelosn Stundn san doch Trugbüd mehr ois Wirklichkeit
Und so san de vaschrobenen G'schichten,
De sie es Leben üwa d' Joahre zommen g'reimt
Boid a koan Groschn mehr wert im schüttern Liacht unserer letz

Petrichor

Last train takes me home again now, makes me wonder
Part of me stays back in those vast frigid fields
I always thought I'd end up dying here
But instead it was you
Bottomless chasms at the end of the story
The place of my birth
The land broadens hidden behind the river
The world will decay, even the storms will be silent
I just played blind and deaf, never said goodbye
That I must return home someday
No longer aware of that time
Cold days still await, driving us back home
Because all the weightless hours were illusions more than reality
And so the twisted tales
That life has rhymed over the years
Soon won't be worth a penny in the fading light of our last days
Long live death
Rain smells different here, different from back home
Maybe not, but at least that's how it seems to me
And the colors are almost untainted and uncorrupted
Everything becomes clearer to me than in all the years before
Naive and free of envy, we are pushed into life
And often lose ourselves painfully in too much hope
Stumbling through a rusty world,
We only feel the wind, but we burn in the storm
Our hands constantly in the fire, but we fail at least with style
Cold days still await, driving us back home
Because all the weightless hours were illusions more than reality
And so the twisted tales,
That life has rhymed over the years
Soon won't be worth a penny in the fading light of our last