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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
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Heh... white winged pigeon...
I tried this one earlier. Edge of 17! So what's my one?? |
Beauty and the Beast:nod:
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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! :)
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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
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"Storms".
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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 |
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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... |
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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 |
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