Babel Fish Translator Lyric Game

[Labtrash]

English - French - German - French - Italian - English:

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[PastAllReason]

@PerditaX

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Here’s an easy one from the same time-period:

As soon as I have had a love and she was a gas. A heart of the glass soon, has outside has seemed as it were thing found mucho distrusts, only loves to find gone after have.

Heart of Glass.
Here’s English to French to German to English:

I received here upright, and go still, I see that the crystal conceptions I mean conceptions at me keep that it only me is, that around your dreams to roll up want and… They have dreams, which would like themselves to sell you?

[Freezair_SilverEye]

This one remained too intact for my likes. I believe I put it through an English>German>French>English>Italian>English pace. Unfortuately, the word that gives it away stayed unbutchered no matter what I did. So it’s been spoilered.

You transport the son, on mine wayward are you here a peace, if you are made. Your inert head does not put other, in order to arrest it, you with gridano.

Also, just for fun:

I know this song called “Ode to Crayola.” It’s basically a goofy little ditty listing off a bunch of of Crayola crayon color names and proclaiming one’s love for them. But due to the fantastically odd names crayons have, I thought it’d make for some sublime Babelfishing. Hoo boy:

Orange infuriates, lemon of the laser,
And green of the forest. It is this what I said.
Wild, blue water melon of the midnight, Atomic Mandarin!
Radical, red blue of the sky, and chestnut small of oxalis also, and so true gold he rougeoie!
I have Crimson taste of Razzmatazz, and Pizazz, and brightness Rose de Razzle!
Each love of the color an old friend. Magenta the hot one is aubaine.

I took the excursion from the factory.
It really opened the door, and immediately transfixed.
I know that they are pieces of wax, but of me it cannot never become loose Without my box of 96.
Crayola. Very of Crayola what I knows.
Colors, delicious, making a rainbow. Crayola, I want to you thus.

I have taste of them as much. Each shade, each one splendid tonality.
It is not no surprise
that it very assures to that I say and I will rise in the dawn
Was wrapping above, and to the color in my skin.
The colors of the life and the love of the sky arrive,
Release to me of my sin.
It would take them like a nightgown,
But they obtain a little taken downwards.

I took the excursion from factory.
It really opened the door, and immediately transfixed.
I know that they are pieces of the wax,
Only broad I never to become loose
Without my box of 96.

Of Violette Lives I want to You. I want to you Blue Of Eggs Of the Mir it.
Green Póngase I want to you of Screamin’, and the Majesty of the crimson one of the mountain also.
Master really to my babies. Master really my babies.
I have taste of my pencils and I have taste of the way that proves.

Crayola. Very of Crayola what I know.
Colors, delicious, making a rainbow.
Crayola, I want to you thus.

For those interested, the original. I hold no responsibilities if your musical sensibilities are offended by this song.

[Malacandra]

No takers for #116?

[Freezair_SilverEye]

Any hints, Malacandra? It definitely sounds familiar, but at the same time… not. A relative decade, maybe? (Yes, yes, I know, not helping. I am one of those people who knows maybe 50 song titles off the top of her head, but thousands of "That one song that goes like…"s.)