Guess the song...

[Gypsy-Rhiannon]

... 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

[SmileAtU]

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

[Gypsy-Rhiannon]

Heh... white winged pigeon...

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

[SmileAtU]

Beauty and the Beast

[vermicious knid]

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.

[Gypsy-Rhiannon]

Dreams!

[Livia]

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

[face of glass]

"Storms".

Sometimes it makes rage... Rock, even if it is calm... tilts always little just as the rock of the sea... I tilt a small word that them were fair like me, always little then over you known it... small dancers, and strangely you its whole night long time you a thing tried to learn that it did not want it upward... in it confuses it struck it observed, takes place regarding the time, reads it OH, I white that lily rock a small blow the stage blow met... the stage it, tilts them is at the house now from its professors; She says that I went far away beyond this song that she says ballerine of skirt, where otherwise her would go? It knows its girl, says where it lives? OH to say any part upward there then to say forward to strike lily stage striking to go dancin '... well on blow... to go I read to know natures to the time topic to know lily, to strike well I read natures to the time topic to strike lily stage to strike strike, lily to the time topic to be lily to strike I know, nature reads to the time topic to strike lily stage to strike strike, lily comes out a considerable amount of it and whole one to be but important thing which on its rosy pale spirit... to be... Satin... Exterior in one week to carry to begin to like to strike but you you DE there lily that to be, as nature song history to be say, nature rumor to write to begin to advance ahead lily to strike about time lily to be stage to strike dancin ' I to know read to strike, stage to strike to advance ahead lily strike, to the topic time lily to be, stage to strike dancin ' I to know, read to strike, stage to strike to advance ahead lily strike, about time lily to be, stage to strike dancin ' I to know, read to strike, stage too strike

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.

[The Tower]

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

[The Tower]

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",

[The Tower]

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

[RockALittle250]

Originally Posted by face of glass

Sometimes it makes rage... Rock, even if it is calm... tilts always little just as the rock of the sea... I tilt a small word that them were fair like me, always little then over you known it... small dancers, and strangely you its whole night long time you a thing tried to learn that it did not want it upward... in it confuses it struck it observed, takes place regarding the time, reads it OH, I white that lily rock a small blow the stage blow met... the stage it, tilts them is at the house now from its professors; She says that I went far away beyond this song that she says ballerine of skirt, where otherwise her would go? It knows its girl, says where it lives? OH to say any part upward there then to say forward to strike lily stage striking to go dancin '... well on blow... to go I read to know natures to the time topic to know lily, to strike well I read natures to the time topic to strike lily stage to strike strike, lily to the time topic to be lily to strike I know, nature reads to the time topic to strike lily stage to strike strike, lily comes out a considerable amount of it and whole one to be but important thing which on its rosy pale spirit... to be... Satin... Exterior in one week to carry to begin to like to strike but you you DE there lily that to be, as nature song history to be say, nature rumor to write to begin to advance ahead lily to strike about time lily to be stage to strike dancin ' I to know read to strike, stage to strike to advance ahead lily strike, to the topic time lily to be, stage to strike dancin ' I to know, read to strike, stage to strike to advance ahead lily strike, about time lily to be, stage to strike dancin ' I to know, read to strike, stage too strike

Rock A Little!!

[StevieNicksEO17]

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...

[gldstwmn]

Originally Posted by The Tower

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

Juliet.

[The Tower]

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. 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? )
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