Finally succumbed

[badseed1980]

Ok, here's the translation game.

1. Pick some song lyrics and go to Babelfish.
2. Translate from English to German
3. From German to French
4. From French to English



If me that to seem with the god falls, in whom no doctor can relieve me, if I am buried ' neath the sand, where the angels do not let to me receive to let you to me go, boys you me to go, boys leave you to me to the bottom with mud go, in all the rivers dryness being run

this country can were our were always the proud country of our fathers which all does not belong to them and of others to let us you it go, boys lets you it go, boys lets you it with the mud go to the bottom, in which rivers make run dry

bury me with the sea, in which no assassinated spirit can attend me, if I balance after the waves which no corpse is after me comes you three, boys holds, three, boys to come made it with the mud go to the bottom, in which all the rivers make run dry

Comments

[satyricchimeric.livejournal.com]

Silence--Delerium ft. Sarah McLachlan

If you give me, me I testify a release gives me peace am external a sky hold a direction of the miracle and I wanted to believe that I correction would receive, if Raserei in me slows down in this white wave descends me in this rest in this white wave in this rest which I do not believe any more in leaning erdrosselt the flower ', with him possessions that whole beauty famished silences for more walked skies hold a direction of the miracle... I cannot help this to aspire, me with troesten that I cannot hold to him all inside, if you do not leave me with skies hold a direction of the miracle... In this white wave, I go down in this rest in this white wave in this rest that me I believe saw that you breathe yourselves in this white wave you in this white wave are calm which me am free

[wolf-kells.livejournal.com]

How come when I posted an email almost exactly like this a month ago no one responded. Damn. Must have been lost in translation.

[satyricchimeric.livejournal.com]

You're one step ahead of me. I have yet to write a post!

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Oh crap! Yes, I got it. I'm sorry I didn't reply...I was planning on it, and got sidetracked. My bad.

[pierceheart.livejournal.com]

Did I miss you actually posting song lyrics, or something?

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

WTF??!! There was an LJ cut there! Fuck. It's GONE. It was fine before!

[pierceheart.livejournal.com]

There is an LJ cut, but no lyrics at all.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

There were when I looked 15 minutes ago! I had re-done the whole thing and was going to re-post, then I looked and saw it all there.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

try now

[pierceheart.livejournal.com]

Man, that one is TOO easy when I know your musical tastes.

It's the title song from the album Jerry sent me in Bosnia, when I thought he was trying to save my soul.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Yep.

and this?

[pierceheart.livejournal.com]

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Re: and this?

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

Thousands are Sailing!

Re: and this?

[pierceheart.livejournal.com]

Yup, it JUST finished playing.

Re: and this?

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

You know, I never did get that text message!

Re: and this?

[pierceheart.livejournal.com]

WTF??? It shows as sent.

[badseed1980.livejournal.com]

And now it's back! WTF??!!