Lyric Memage
Apr. 21st, 2005 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeriendhal1. Copy a favorite set of lyrics and paste to Bablefish
2. Translate from English to German, then take the result and translate from German to French, and then French back into English.
3. Post the results in your LiveJournal verbatim.
4. Invite your readers to guess the orignal song.
My result? Actually clearer than I expected...
Spring is here, of Ein-suh-puhring is here. The life is skittles and the life is a beer. I think that time more exciting year is spring. Me, not it? ' Course it. But it there has a thing which forms a spring for me completely, and forms each Sunday Festlichkeit for me. The whole world seems in the melody one spring one afternoon, if we are a poisoning pigeons in the park. You see each Sunday my treasure and me, as we poison the pigeons in the park. If they see us coming, suit us Birdies all the attempt ' a skin, however them still for ground nuts, if they are coated with cyanide to shine to expose luminous, all seems precisely, if we are a poisoning pigeons in the park. We gained a knowledge of universe and caused much fear in Audubon at company with our plays. They call it with of Impiety and lack of behavior and completely of multiplicity of the names déagréables. But it is not against a religion, with him a pigeon disencumbers to wish. Thus, if Sunday you are free, why, you come with me, and we poison the pigeons in the park. And perhaps we make in Eichhoernchen * or both, while we poison pigeons in the park. We assassinate it all those under the laughter and to amuse, except which with a small number we take at the house with the experiment. My impulse is quickenin ' strych' nine return with each drop that us with a pigeon (to take smidgin just to him!) A pigeon in the park to poison.
2. Translate from English to German, then take the result and translate from German to French, and then French back into English.
3. Post the results in your LiveJournal verbatim.
4. Invite your readers to guess the orignal song.
My result? Actually clearer than I expected...
Spring is here, of Ein-suh-puhring is here. The life is skittles and the life is a beer. I think that time more exciting year is spring. Me, not it? ' Course it. But it there has a thing which forms a spring for me completely, and forms each Sunday Festlichkeit for me. The whole world seems in the melody one spring one afternoon, if we are a poisoning pigeons in the park. You see each Sunday my treasure and me, as we poison the pigeons in the park. If they see us coming, suit us Birdies all the attempt ' a skin, however them still for ground nuts, if they are coated with cyanide to shine to expose luminous, all seems precisely, if we are a poisoning pigeons in the park. We gained a knowledge of universe and caused much fear in Audubon at company with our plays. They call it with of Impiety and lack of behavior and completely of multiplicity of the names déagréables. But it is not against a religion, with him a pigeon disencumbers to wish. Thus, if Sunday you are free, why, you come with me, and we poison the pigeons in the park. And perhaps we make in Eichhoernchen * or both, while we poison pigeons in the park. We assassinate it all those under the laughter and to amuse, except which with a small number we take at the house with the experiment. My impulse is quickenin ' strych' nine return with each drop that us with a pigeon (to take smidgin just to him!) A pigeon in the park to poison.
