Petrichor
Karg Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

"Petrichor" by Karg is a song about the concept of home and the journey to finding it. The lyrics describe the singer's realization that their sense of home is not tied to a physical place, but rather a feeling of belonging and purpose. The first verse talks about how the singer's perception of their home has changed over time, with a part of them left behind in the barren, wide-open fields of their birthplace. The second verse talks about how the world is constantly changing and how the singer has felt lost and disconnected from their surroundings. The chorus talks about the cold and weightless nature of existence, with the past becoming more and more distant.


The third verse deals with the idea of hope and renewal, with the singer describing the pleasant scent of rain and the beauty of untouched colors. They express a desire to see things more clearly and to make sense of their experiences. The final verse talks about the struggles of life and the constant search for meaning, with the singer acknowledging their failures but also embracing them as a part of their journey.


Line by Line Meaning

De letztn Tåg hom mi donn doch a weng vaändert
The final days have changed me, even if only a little


Und a Teil vo mir is zruck bliem auf de kargen weiten Föder
A part of me remains on the barren plains I left behind


I hob jo oiwai glaubt, I wuad do moi zum sterbn herkuma
I always thought I would die here, but instead I find myself at the bottom of a canyon


Owa stott dessen woan dia bodenlosen Schluchtn am End vo dera G'schicht
But instead, there were endless canyons at the end of my journey


Da Ort meina Geburt
The place of my birth


Vasteckt, hintam Fluss wiad es Lånd si weitn
The land stretches away, hidden behind the river


De Wödt wird vergeh, söbst de Stürme schweign
The world will come and go, even the storms will eventually be silenced


I hob mi oafoch blind und taub g'stödt, an Åbschied hods nia gem
I blindly and deafly stumbled forward, never saying goodbye


Das I jemois wieda hoamkehrn muas woa mir in jene Stund no länga ned bewusst
I didn't realize in that moment that I would return home someday


Es san koide Tog de uns no erwoatn, se treiben uns iangwonn wieda hoam
Cold days await us, driving us back home


Wei a oi de schwerelosn Stundn san doch Trugbüd mehr ois Wirklichkeit
Even the weightless moments are more deceitful than reality


Und so sand de vaschrobenen G'schichtn, de sie es Lebn üwa de Joare zommen g'reimt
The forgotten stories, pieced together over the years


Boid a koan Groschn mehr wert im schüttern Liacht unserer letzten Tåge
When not even a penny holds value in the fleeting light of our last days


Lång lebe da Tod
Long live death


Da Regn, er riacht do iangwia onders, onders ois dahoam
The rain smells different here, different from home


Vielleicht a ned, owa zumindest kumbts ma a so vua
Perhaps not, but at least it feels that way to me


Und a de Foarbn san nohezua ungetrübt und unvadorbn
And the colors are almost pure and unspoiled


Ois wuad I olles kloara seng ois in oi de Joare zuvua
I wish to see everything clearly as I did in years past


Åhnungslos und frei vo Missgunst wernd ma in des Leben g'stoßn
We are thrown into life, unaware and free of envy


Und verlieren uns oft schmerzlich in nur oi zu großa Hoffnung
And often we painfully lose ourselves in just one great hope


Stoipan durch a verrohte Wödt, sähn nua Wind owa erntn in Sturm Verbrennan uns
Stumbling through a corrupted world, we see only wind but reap storms that burn us




Writer(s): michael kogler

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@Gnillch

Es war mir bis vor 4 Monaten leider nicht vergönnt, das Soloprojekt von JJ kennenzulernen.
Diese Nummer, in Kooperation mit LG, war die erste die ich hören durfte.
Quasi eine Verschmelzung zwei, meiner drei Lieblingsbands aus meinem Heimatland!
Zeit, ein weiteres Projekt, das vierte, der Liste hinzuzufügen!
Unfassbar!
Einfach nur... GEIL OIDA! ;D
Ellende🤘
Harakiri for the Sky🤘
Karg🤘



@cywil8389

Petrichor
The last days somehow really changed me
And a part of me remains behind on these barren and bright fields
I always thought I’d come to die here some day
But instead, these bottomless
chasms became
the place of my birth

Hidden behind the river the land will widen
The world will vanish, even the storms will calm
I acted deaf and blind,
there has never been a goodbye
Back in those days I wasn’t aware that
I will have to return home one day

We’re expecting cold days,
they’re urging us back home every time
Because also these weightless hours
are more delusion than reality
And so are all these quirky stories
life conjectured over the years
No groats worth in the thin light
of our final days…
Long live death…

The rain here smells strange and different, unlike the rain home
Maybe I delude myself, but I’m pretty sure
Also, the colors, nearly undimmed and pristine
As if I could see everything with clear glimpse, in contrast to all the years before

Clueless and free from grudge,
we are thrown into this world
And lose ourselves painfully
in big hopes
Stumble through a brutalized world,
seed wind, but harvest storms
Burn constantly our hands in the fire,
but fail this life so at least with style

We’re expecting cold days, they’re
urging us back home every time
Cause also these weightless hours,
are more delusion than reality
And so are all these quirky stories
life conjectured over the years
No groats worth in the thin light
of our final days…
Long live death…



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@WeenmeisterStoepsel

Du könntest dich jetzt fragen warum ich immer noch schreibe...

Ich würde dir darauf eine plausible Antwort geben, hätte ich eine, aber die habe ich nicht.
Ich bin es gewöhnt in die Leere zu schreiben aus der keine Antwort kommt.
Aber wem erzähle ich das? Wie lange bist du schon tot? Ich glaube ich weiß es…

You could ask youself why I still bother writing you... (letters)

I would give you a plausible answer if I had one.... but I haven't.
I'm used to writing(letters) into the void from which no answer ever comes.
But who am I telling all this ? How long are you dead yet ? I think I know...

Das Intro stammt aus einem Hörspiel/Buch von Magda Woitzuck mit dem Titel DOGGOD aus dem Jahre 2009.
The Intro is part of the Audiobook DOGGOD from the author Magda Woitzuck published in the year 2009.



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@ghoulunathics

can't even describe how much I relate to the desperate agony I hear in JJ's scream. it's bonechilling, it's beyond art.

@sarahpotter4008

Läuft 3 Sekunden und ich hab schon Gänsehaut 😢

@markam314

Ellende and Karg, a dream comes true

@fhiliangeles3541

Genial banda

@Gnillch

Es war mir bis vor 4 Monaten leider nicht vergönnt, das Soloprojekt von JJ kennenzulernen.
Diese Nummer, in Kooperation mit LG, war die erste die ich hören durfte.
Quasi eine Verschmelzung zwei, meiner drei Lieblingsbands aus meinem Heimatland!
Zeit, ein weiteres Projekt, das vierte, der Liste hinzuzufügen!
Unfassbar!
Einfach nur... GEIL OIDA! ;D
Ellende🤘
Harakiri for the Sky🤘
Karg🤘

@mixmix862

new anomalie and new karg in one day wow

@anderslang

My thoughts exactly. \m/

@jamesstewart9972

Ellende killed it in this track,I love ellende🎶😃

@burgburg6093

Woooooooooow, läuft auf repeat! Letzte Woche entdeckt, starkes Ding!

@bootboy710

mein Herz, von Depressionen erfüllt

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