Fun with babelfish
So ... bored and want to have some fun?
Take the lyrics to a song. Cut and past them into http://babelfish.altavista.com/ and translate them into some language. Then cut and paste it and translate back into english and see what you get.
Fun for all ages! *grins*.
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The CREST fallen sidekick in a old coffee
did not sleep never with a dream before it should it goes far there
a bell to the beam of sulphur of towers
it bought a circle
does not worry for the army
in the cold cold soil
now is not klabja'rjko baby
when there timber in the shed
there a bird in a chimmney
and Stone in my bed
when the street that is washed outside
they pass the bottle around
and wait for in the arms
of cold cold land
cold cold of soil
there a korde'lla in jtja'
and a rope of vacillation of tyres
and a briar patch of berries
Takis beyond the bent the sleep
cat'll in the postal case
and we it will not go never to the city
Til ca'voyme each dream
in the cold cold land
cold cold soil
Gimme a rifle of Winchester and entire a box of blow
of shells the roof from the barn of goats
him left to roll under the hill
the piano it is time square
of firewood it is a dream
I find we will together determine in the cold cold land
cold cold soil
the cold cold land
call spo'les in breedloves
they bring Bible and a rope
and entire a box of rebel
and a barrier of soap
they make a pile of tyres of trunkes
and the burn "em all bring under
in one dollar with you the baby
in the cold cold soil
the cold cold soil
it takes cock weathervane
it throws the rocks in his head
attitude speech in the neighbours
Til all we go dead
Beware of my temperament
and the dog that I have found
it has broken all the windows
in the cold cold land
cold cold ground
Take the lyrics to a song. Cut and past them into http://babelfish.altavista.com/ and translate them into some language. Then cut and paste it and translate back into english and see what you get.
Fun for all ages! *grins*.
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The CREST fallen sidekick in a old coffee
did not sleep never with a dream before it should it goes far there
a bell to the beam of sulphur of towers
it bought a circle
does not worry for the army
in the cold cold soil
now is not klabja'rjko baby
when there timber in the shed
there a bird in a chimmney
and Stone in my bed
when the street that is washed outside
they pass the bottle around
and wait for in the arms
of cold cold land
cold cold of soil
there a korde'lla in jtja'
and a rope of vacillation of tyres
and a briar patch of berries
Takis beyond the bent the sleep
cat'll in the postal case
and we it will not go never to the city
Til ca'voyme each dream
in the cold cold land
cold cold soil
Gimme a rifle of Winchester and entire a box of blow
of shells the roof from the barn of goats
him left to roll under the hill
the piano it is time square
of firewood it is a dream
I find we will together determine in the cold cold land
cold cold soil
the cold cold land
call spo'les in breedloves
they bring Bible and a rope
and entire a box of rebel
and a barrier of soap
they make a pile of tyres of trunkes
and the burn "em all bring under
in one dollar with you the baby
in the cold cold soil
the cold cold soil
it takes cock weathervane
it throws the rocks in his head
attitude speech in the neighbours
Til all we go dead
Beware of my temperament
and the dog that I have found
it has broken all the windows
in the cold cold land
cold cold ground