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Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-05-30T22:45:23-06:00

Airship (drop-drop) came across the airship (drop-drop)
was dripping (drop-drop) diamond in the wrist, dribbling (ice)
will give me something to remember (Cardi).
I want to love a Sprinter (Yes)
quick release looks like Kemba (go)-as a blow, Wick (woo)
the shit about these hoes (shit)
like a black light on the wrist, these hoes (pulse)
now I look on these bitches (bass),
I feel like I'm in the on stilts over these hoes (woo)
in fuck Ya ' baby daddy right now (now Anna Mae, bolo libra (libra))
go to the floor, eat it up, Mac n ' cheese will not drown, as it seems?(voice)
You have to nuncaeu
Yes it is fact, but I've never been pussy ever since that bitch pyjamas, footies
MVP won and I'm still a beginner, as I work on my anger (ayy) can kill a goat (ayy) is to stay out of the Gucci (woo) I am the finger Woo abiana stay F without hooks (woo) is a stripper, rapper or singer?
Bentley Bentayga thinning stands, walk through the Hood like "Mother, I am the Mayor".
You're not my mother, and then a bitch to be ready

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Wed May 30, 2018 11:45 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-05-07T12:50:43-06:00

Montaigne is good without and even better with enhancements, lolllllzz:

Old Menander said he was happy
It is a good luck to be with the shadow of a friend and no doubt I have good reasons to say this, especially when I say about the experience: well, if I compare all my life, thank you, thank you To God, I spend time with thanksgiving and with my ease, and the loss apart from nothing serious, with great peace, satisfied with my natural and original merchandise, without being asked by others.
If I contrast everything, I say, in the four months I have the joy of enjoying the sweet society of a good man is nothing but the dog. A dark and hard night from the day I lost, I have brought a life and the pleasures I have been given, rather than handling comfort, deed my affliction.

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Mon May 07, 2018 1:50 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-04-10T18:43:00-06:00

Croatian, Javanese Lo:

Lolita, my light, the fire from the thigh. My sin, my life. Lo-lee: the upper tongue that took a trip three steps down on the three flavors, in the teeth. Lo. Lee. This is.

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Tue Apr 10, 2018 7:43 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-04-10T18:40:29-06:00

This could go so many good ways, usually involving Russian out of care for VN. One of many:

I'm not going to glorify HH. Any doubt that he is terrible. She's a good example of a mixture of jocularity that is poor, it's probably the highest suffering of moral leprosy, aggression, but does not contribute to glamour. He is very depressed. Many of his ordinary comments about the people and nature of this country are ridiculous. The courageous integrity of his confession does not liberate him from the unfortunate cunning sins. He's not normal. He is not a man. But his violin song can become unconscious and show Lolita sympathy, which will scare our writer and inspire the book!

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Tue Apr 10, 2018 7:40 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-04-05T05:58:01-06:00

This actually came out ok, like some easier-to-read Bible version. Polish and French on Keats, who makes a fun subject for this purpose given his flights of fancy talk:

The most brilliant! too late for ancient marriages,
Too late for loyal faith,
When the branches of the forest were haunted,
Celebrate air, water and fire;
However, even in these days so far removed
Happy songs, your big fans,
Beat among the weak Olympians,
I see and sing, with my own eyes, inspired.
So let me be your chorus and moan
At midnight;
Your voice, your lute, your pipe, your sweet incense
Oscillating censer;
Your temple, your grove, your oracle, your heat
On the dreams of the prophet with a pale mouth.
Yes, I will become your priest and build a door
In an unexplored area of my mind,
Where branched thoughts, news grown with pleasant pain,
Instead of pines, they rustle in the wind:

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Thu Apr 05, 2018 6:58 am

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-12T22:50:46-06:00

Keats via Latin and Czech:

Or, if it's for the most part with waves on the ground,
Snow drips locally
Fuck the shoes from the grave
When it occurs in the southern part of the night,
Dark plot
In exile dangerous as it is from heaven.
It sends it to the outside;
But when the mind is intimidated by the car,
He's carrying the attacks, the most in charge, sent him, he put it down!
Be careful to have it on clients and His will:
This will bring the sleep away from all.
The mountains were already lost;
And I will certainly bring you all at once,
Sweet summer;
And bells of all the May flowers
Caused either by some thorny grass, with salt,
All piles of autumnal resources
However, having returned to secrecy is a secret;
Mix them with pleasure
And three; likewise these wines are held in cups
But you, drinking deep will be your strange mouth that they should not hear!
Harvesting is different;
Foliarum
O sweet birds in morning antheming

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:50 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-10T12:32:03-06:00

English to Icelandic to Haitian Creole to English.

WESTMORLAND. Oh, we're here now
But one of the ten thousand of these men in England
It does not work today!

KING Who wants this?
My uncle, Westmorland? No, my famous cousin;
If we kill them, then we're still
Damage our country; and if they live,
Few, share more honor.
God? I want it! I beg you do not want one person.
For Jove, I'm not a gift for gold,
I do not care about what will cost my cost.
I'm not crazy if the men put me.
As a stranger does not remain in my will.
But if it is a shame to honor honor,
I live the most painful soul.
No, faith, cause me, do not want a man from England.
Peace of God! I would not lose much
As one person would divide more than me,
For the best hope I have. Oh, you do not want again!
Instead, call it, Westmorland, in my army,
Anyone who has no stomach in this battle,
Leave her passport,
With crowned crowns placed in her purse;
We would not die in the company with this boy
He scared his society died with us.
Today, the celebration of Crispian is called.
Today's resident comes home safely,
Can stand a summit, called that day,
And wake him up with a Crispian name.
He lives today and sees old age,
Each year look at the neighbors' festivity,
And say: "This morning is Saint Crispian."
Then he will take off his sleeve and show his arrows,
And say: "These wounds were on Crispin's day."
Old people are forgotten; But everyone will be neglected,
But it will remember and benefit,
What did he do that day? Then our name,
Known in her mouth as a word-
Harry King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in the mirror flowing.
This story must be a good person to teach their children.
And the Crispian Crispian will not be,
From that day to the end of the world,
But we must mention-
We are, we welcome some, the brothers
Because today she poured out my blood on me
Is it my brother? It should not be so sad,
That day will take care of her condition;
And a gentleman in England is now lying
Do you think they're not here,
And keep people cheap
He fought us during the day of Saint Crispin.

Statistics: Posted by Mike — Sat Mar 10, 2018 12:32 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-10T11:35:57-06:00

This one was worth the price of admission.

Loomings

Call me Ismmael. A few years ago - I never thought about how long it was - there was less money, or money in the bag, and nothing that was not interested in the shores. I thought I would often open and look at the weight of the world. That's the way I have to evacuate and control the circulation.
Whenever I see how I grow up in my mouth; Whenever it is a clean, skinny month in my soul; Whenever I see that I can safely stop pre-storage and leave behind all the places I meet; And especially when my hypnosis reaches high hands, it is a very moral principle to prevent me from entering the street deliberately and following the way to disturb people. As I can.
This is my replacement for the gun and the ball. With the philosophical development, Cato is cast on his sword; I went quietly to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this regard. If they know, but almost all at their level, at some time or another, they still feel like the ocean with me.

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Sat Mar 10, 2018 11:35 am

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-06T14:00:41-06:00

These are my new favorite.

Knock, knock. By Anonymous:

Canakan
Who's there?
Who?
Who is this?
Do you have a owl here?

Translated using Google Translate from English to Japanese to Punjabi back to English.

Statistics: Posted by Kyle — Tue Mar 06, 2018 2:00 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-06T13:56:55-06:00

Knock, knock. By Anonymous:

Cnag cnag
Who is there?
Boo.
But it's a boo?
Oh, do not cry.

Translated through Google Translate from English to Irish to Japanese back to English.

Statistics: Posted by Kyle — Tue Mar 06, 2018 1:56 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-02T08:48:21-06:00

Turkish to Thai and back, and I didn't really think this could get better but it did:

And I was in the forest.
When I attacked them
I saw a pair of light green pants.
No one inside!

I'm not scared, but I stopped.
What these pants can?
What could be a pair of pants per night?
Are you standing in the air?

Did they move? That pants are empty!
They start jumping a little.
Then I have to confess
It started to take over.

I went out to the express output.
As soon as possible.
I'm not afraid, but my pants are like that.
Not in the session is offline.

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Fri Mar 02, 2018 8:48 am

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-01T20:52:25-06:00

Russian to Filipino

Ah, look at all the sad people
Ah, look at all the sad people
Eleanor Rigby, takes the rice
In the church where marriage is
Living in a dream
Waiting in the window, dressed
What does he hold in the jar at the door?
Who is it for
All the sad people
Where are they all?
All the sad people
Where are they all counted?
Father Mackenzie, wrote the words
From a sermon that no one can hear
No one is coming
Check it out, working, stocking socks
At night, when no one is there
What does he need?

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Thu Mar 01, 2018 8:52 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-03-01T08:46:25-06:00

Neil Armstrong's "One Small Step" moon landing speech:

"This is a small step for man, a huge jump for mankind."

Translated from Macedonian to Filipino and back to English... And not that different... it actually brought back the missing "a" that analysis of the recording has evidently proven he actually DID say but was lost in the video feed... (But it's much more poetic without it...)

Statistics: Posted by Zen — Thu Mar 01, 2018 8:46 am

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-02-28T22:38:21-06:00

The desire to know all men by nature is an indication of our joy and happiness; apart from their use as they prefer for themselves; and in a sense more than anything else. Not just a business goal, but even when we do not do anything, we can see everything else (like say, one). Because of this: most senses bring us light and a lot of difference between things.

Bengali to Arabic to English

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Wed Feb 28, 2018 10:38 pm

Re: Google Translation of Classics

2018-02-28T12:42:03-06:00

What fire is in my ears? This can be true?
Are you condemned for so much pride and disdain?
Ignore, good-bye! and the pride of childhood, Adieu!
No glory lives behind your back.
And, Benedict, love; I will restore you,
I congratulate my fiery heart in your beloved hand:
If you wish, my kindness will encourage you
To associate our love with the sacred group
Because others say you deserve me
Trust better than reporting

Albanian to I Forget to English

Statistics: Posted by Phoebe — Wed Feb 28, 2018 12:42 pm