Heard as the outcast hears...
My LJ layout is being mean to me. I think it should just die.
If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the Internet, post this sentence in your journal.
1. Find the lyrics to a favorite song (or two or three).
2. Go to Google Language Tools, translate the lyrics into French, then from French into German, and finally from German back into English.
3. Post the results.
4. Invite friends to guess the song based on the interesting new lyrics.
1...
And in my rotated face there is not the lightest trace all that, which advice make equal bonté. And of my tormented form... No comfort, no escape. I see, but deeply in is the total blindness. Despaired, while my dream meurt, while the time flies, like a lost illusion. Left Unforgiven, cold weather leads and to this sad conclusion. No beauty could shift me, no quality improves me. No strength on earth, if I cannot like it. No passion could reach me. No lesson could teach me, like I the love having could do it, and made his love me also. If I cannot like it, then that? It has there very long time I would have all things to see that I could do étées. Negligently and unthinking I traveled forward. No pain could be more deep. No life could be cheaper. No more point, if I cannot like it. No spirit could win me. No hope left with me hope only I could have liked, and that would set it me freely, but he may not be. If I cannot like it, let the world with me be made.
2...
If we were the perfect strangers, as the perfect life could be! I would know, whether I you anbete, you would know whether you like me. Too much that we saw together, in order to judge the view. Too much were we together, and I had taken over the future, and it accepted me that you were there, but I had asked myself, where we met. If we were the perfect strangers, I would find way with the mechanism to mine. I would know the way before me - the forest of the trees. Could the life without you be true? Always there they are. Queest, which I think from you? I am worried too close to affect for you! My very much most honoured Ned, how much you want to say to me... But we are of fall in love like we it would know? How could we feel it? How would we show it? How much cost you at me! If we were the perfect strangers, I could have you liked perfectly...
3...
Safe behind these windows and these stone bridge railings, which looks at the people downward under me. All my life observe I it, while I hide myself upward here only, flared out for the history, which they show me. All my life learn I by heart their faces it knowing, because they me never know. All my life do not ask I, as she feels, in order one day over them, but a part from them to to spend itself. And outside there living in the sun... Outside you give it there one day. Everything that I require, is one, to always hold me. Outside of, where it, which experience all ignorantly, would give what I, what I would dare, in order to just live one day outside there. Under Miller and tisserands and their wives by the roofs and the gear wheels I can see her outside there. They cry to each day and thunder and bring their lives, the insouciantes gift to the language, which it must, around to be it. If I were in its skin, I became each moment outside of there strolling by its cold. Outside you taste there one morning as the usual men, who go freely approximately there. Just one day and then schw50re I that I will be content with my part will not send back -, do not despair myself, old and bent, I worry not. I will have spent one day outside there.