Friday night, I am sitting in Amy and Chelsea's room next door. Amy is currently taking Latin 102, and has her textbook out on her bed. I ask if I can use it to translate a line from a one-act that Andrew was in this weekend. She tells me to go for it. So, I go to my room to get a notebook and settle down with some verb charts. Chelsea walks in ( Read more... )

I think I am the only person who listens to French music while preparing for Japanese class and then goes off to work on a translation of an Italian song.

I am hopeless.

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Last one! I figured I might as well finish.

( you say black and I say white )

Two more down, one left to go. These two are not my favorites, especially as the lyrics are odd and awkward in English. The second one especially, it conjures some really cool images but just sounds wrong somehow. Part of that may be the fact that the French lyrics actually rhyme really well. Another part may just be me.

( if prose and poetry ends in chrysanthemum )

The lyrics to this one are stuck somewhere between poetic and just plain weird, so make of it what you will. It was also terribly frustrating, because the French lyrics I was working off of had lines missing, so I had to go and do them by ear, and the French really don't pronounce their consonants at all. So, this is the best I could do.

( when you laugh, you make me believe in God )

Seven down, four to go. This one is sad and filled with ocean imagery, and it was very cooperative in translating, which means I like it.

( if you knew how much I miss you )

This one is not great, and I don't know if that's because I don't know what I'm doing or because the lyrics are just less than stellar, but here's Libre translation number six.

( I want color and noise )

I'm going to justify this by saying that you can't possibly listen to a song with the title "It's a Mystery" and not want to find out what the mystery is. At least, I can't. And so I keep spamming my own journal with song lyrics.

( time slips by and puts us in chains )

I called in sick to work today because I woke up feeling spectacularly nauseous. Only they never told me what I need to do to call in sick, so I just left a message on their automated answering service in the mailbox about cancelling appointments. Whoops ( Read more... )

I did it again. I had to. This one sounded so sad, I had to know what he was saying. And now I might not know exactly what he's saying, but it's something close.

( what I wouldn't do to know how to keep you )