Guess the song...
 

... this was posted on LJ and I thought it quite cool!

1. Take the lyrics to a favorite song.
2. Go to Google Language Tools and translate the lyrics into German; then from German to French; and finally from French back into English.
3. Post the results verbatim.
4. Invite your friends to guess the song based on the newly mangled lyrics.


Here is one of my fave Stevie songs.... hilarious translation in parts!


They do not be a foreigner me and you are too something see not even may be you that agreeably, much known as..., you are however unconsciously, as one leaves my lives of favourite in a world, the well are, an old child included/understood badly... times Timeless the creature be outside which is intelligent and is collected in the coating of Oh- timeless which is the beauty... with which became the animal you cubic of Sorgen to make, when me the curtain of two children also leaves, around sees, I would become in fall in your shades... me believe that my love is a man who not worlds of difference I do not come never doubted, your beauty... that I modified me, never doubted that your beauty modified... me

Precisely as Weiss-white-winged the pigeon sings the tone of Song... as it sings of Whoo... whoo..whoo as Weiss-white-winged the pigeon precisely sings the tone of Song... as it sings the baby... ooo Ooo above-mentioned ooo... and the days with infringements such as a fibre in the wind in the network, it my itself which I begin still known as with my friend, was a baby, who nothing was besides to any more constituted him, as a baby then well, he seemed defekt-hearted..., Something in him however moment that I put initially completely only eyes on him... on the edge of seventeen

Heh... white winged pigeon...

I tried this one earlier. Edge of 17! So what's my one??

Beauty and the Beast:nod:

That's funny. I like the part about "infringements such as a fibre in the wind in the network"

Here is mine

You go now here again.
They say that you wish your freedom.
Wells which I am to the bottom stops you.
It is only right that you should play the manner that you believe him.
But with the clay of your einsamkeit only as the orders you carefully hear furiously impact of heart.
In Stillness of Erinnerns, to which you had.
And that it lost.
And what you had.
And that it lost.

The thunder does not arrive that if it rains.
You do not love players that if they play.
Women, come they and they go.
If the rain washes you properly, you know.

I go now here again, me see the crystal sights.
I hold my sights with me.
It is only me to which around your dreams would like to roll up.
Do you have dreams which you would like to sell?
Dreams of the einsamkeit only as you lead an impact of heart furiously.
In Stillness of Erinnerns, to which you had.
And that it lost.
What you had.
And that it lost.

The thunder does not arrive that if he does not love players rains you only if it legends... Women play... who they come and go the knowledge, if the rain washes you properly, you.




Mine makes a little more sense because I added appropriate periods to the original lyrics.

Dreams! :)

It believes each night which goes me, little smaller, while you go slowly far this one from me, only another test of each night is which, you indeed really do not fade your softness far Obacht I that much it is nothing there on the left, each hour of a fear it says it comes, me my attempts at body spends, to cry, alive by each interior of mortal call empties night has, that I consider that I want to say the friend on re-examining say me to you with slightly lets I warmly have would like however never each seas calm blue étée, to me a storm have

:thumbsup:

"Storms".

Would've loved to have more options for Spanish (just translating it into English or vice versa isn't enough!) but I think I like these lyrics just fine. :D

It was the manner which is too hard
Was to him too the durable manner
On this one, it had not negotiated.
But it was like missionnaire
Who dances with the impact of the old drum of a man.
And it strongly tries to explain this history
But it is hard for saying
It advises its book of the miracles

A cry and wind called to fly to be to you above
Well now on their himself
They are avoid again on the road for millionnes of reasons
You are good avoid again on the road
And you try to bind connections unit
They to receive some volumes and some elbows and to receive avoid again on the road

Garbage in, garbage out.......

And while all it this one comes at an end,
Therefore Lilies go to that lower
Your danger is of this hour on brilliance
Darker than the image on the wall
All fear before him is
But it does not mean with you the baby
Mirror, mirrors

OH - that you are sometimes frightened
And do not know you
Why some things know me well are given that you liked really much
And then, during one day in your sky blue luminous
I said not well, why with you, why
With "No, he, said to you" "to know must, really",

More garbage in, garbage out. Sometimes the translations make more sense than the source material...

By the arms of Schlafes
It fell to the bottom jeté by the morning of ivory.
In the water of that it named loves deeply.
It paled directly that a call a dream.
But, you cannot know a dream, until you knew the nightmare.

I with you counter the storm were and me still tested.
Did I say well "I would like to leave" that "heat you with slightly"
How much the marks which drown at sea?
To drown.
It was, when the dream A priss
And knew its collected that the dream of rueber sound.
But, the nightmare its step rueber
Still a call one dreams.
The nightmare.

Well you cannot a dream, if you do not turn yourselves far
You know know, you are interested.
The night is not your friend and you did not have it.
And if ends of nightmare.
But, you never include/understand
When you went it to awake you to proclaim.
OH -, proclaiming, as children can cry, while it becomes.
Always if, OH knew everywhere blindly made -, by daylight,
It it nightmare.

Thus on the moon and their sisters
It makes confidence collected to them as takes.
Well if it had then launched of its heart against him,
In lesquel whole their intelligence.
OH -, well which was a secrecy.
It was, when to which the dream took its collected and knew that the dream of rueber sound.
But the nightmare its step rueber.
Some share in its old manners it goes by the night
And then tries it to receive by the day.
Some-of you never know or divide a type of dream

Rock A Little!! :thumbsup:

Baby how much more precise could be us me, how much swear, you did not make ego which you are with me, to me go everywhere, if it to believe, me know to him already that all I say to you, are precisely me would like that to explain to make..., But, if I were you that I that take with loves would become, I give you, if I were you me on me trusts, as I trusted on you of of Oh- know me that you dream, if you have of Oh- you secret sleep me always hold and in each morning see, if we are born me that my reflexion in your eyes must learn each boy to be a man, perhaps can But, if I were you that I that with loves, if I am good, believe you of Oh- me that the love is an alive thing which is carried and raises there him in our one particular moment destinies of the inspiration, him your life for always modifies! But, if I were you that I that would take with loves, if I were you me on me trusted, as I trusted on you of Oh

Alright, this one is pretty easy...

:lol: Juliet.

So, Jason and Curtis are vindicated. Stevie truly is a universal songstress. While horrible and clunky, "Children of the world, the forgotten chimpanzee" means the same in English, German and French. :laugh: :rolleyes: Rock on, Stevie- you really are a Bob Dylan...


A such small girl, a such life lasts
She could look at a right of challenge between the eyes
Disappointment would become its average name (<---- this line is pretty telling, isn't it? :laugh: )
Against the Jane wall
Thus, their nights became nightmares, while it fought for its hearts
And the days became worse for those which it had lost
Children of the world, the forgotten chimpanzee
In the eyes, you made the world for me so much

There are angels here on the mass
Angel
There are angels here on the mass
Angel sent of the god
Come far from the wall and remain they with us
Well you, can of Jane

Thus, it paid attention, while they placed it all within the frameworks
Well they could it moreover much, to lock up baby to have
They could moreover have placed two in the prison to us
By a window, all would ensure
Our only seen more anything becoming

There are angels here
Angel
There are angels here on the mass
Angel
They never smell that you made indeed enough
But you have, of Jane

A such small girl, a such life lasts
They could precisely look at a challenge between the eyes
Disappointment would become its average name
Against the Jane wall

Nothing more than the shade of a man
Come far from the wall, Jane
They could moreover have placed well us to them two in the prison
Come far, if you can, Jane
By a window, all will only ensure our our seen
Come far, Jane
Come far, come far, if you can
In the eyes, you made the world so much

Makes about as much sense as she does.

Wells are you a scale before..., They place it all on the line and are to you a player..., They are turned fortunately, each time if of Ooh, are you constantly..., Hey and they are good and are persistent for you..., Well I am surmounted

Wells are not besides you like, (you are not as) who you are right the immediate lightning of the light which shines by the night like a headlight

Wells are you a victim..., Phantoms of the opera and you are been everywhere..., And you phases in the dark shades you make, which you wish..., There in is not here beauty and of animal........., There is not here beauty and of animal

Wells are not besides you like, (you are not as) who you are right the immediate lightning of the light, Shines...

Wells open the window..., And you still intend the rain to turn over to me..., And Throw far those pain

turn calmly around you (hear my world you with the rain)... to hear the time of catch on the baby of time of catch (entendezde rain you with the rain)..., to hear with the rain

Is it that I can be from an assistance for you, baby? She says "helps me, helps it, helps it also." Pit I has means spirit compound... that I does not appelant me will be thinks of you and... I think on navrés... It is a true long way... I say to go, again for examining we made already thought, which let the pleasure indicate... the pit of the world, which is it a true long way... I say to go to examine again thought that we already made, which let the pleasure indicate... the high of the world in my troubling life... were not my love in value were it mine from the OH time..., It for us fanons outside pit can I it make... Pit I can make more than mark for it, where it is a true long way... I say to go, again for examining we made already thought, which let the pleasure indicate... the pit of the world is it a true long way... I say to go, again to examine meant that we already made, which let the pleasure indicate... the world (guitar-solo), I can be any assistance for you? She says "helps it, helps it, helps it also, to baby" well can I it make... Pit I can make more than time pits for it, where it is a true long way... I say to go, again for examining we made already thought, which let the pleasure indicate... the pit of the world is it a true long way... I say for going, again for examining thought we said already that, which let so the pleasure indicate... the world were you in my troubling life... highly were my love left the pleasure to indicate in such a way... of the OH of the world you do not wither yourselves outside can from an assistance for me be good? (I can be any assistance for you?) I do not think so (you help to help... it) well I can it make... Pit I can make it... Pit you can be by an assistance for me? (say the pleasure calmly... the Ooooohhh world)... They were high in my life...

Long Way to Go! :blob1:

Listen to the Rain?

LOL-Damn, that's a lot of "wells!"

* intensive Silence, since it it sector its black wrap outward journey, the sister moon trail and a black cross more to clay form, that they and moon in this eye them, which more to arrange too me heavy convince form, they hard they breathe must, above it surface the staircase dark and it too me name and thus I follow, like friend frequent I itself interest not love, nor money, which I think, they it nobody know, they like they and nor they they ask me that cruel, my sister you, sister moon some its sister moon call some statement, know its name we meet our elections thus, if there is no choice and if we hear our own voice with their voices neglecting

O.....k. :laugh: