Thanks to Kait via Lynn for a great idea. Messed up tunes.
The rules:
Take the lyrics to a favorite song.
Go to Babelfish, translate the lyrics into German, then from German to French, and finally from French back into English.
Post the results verbatim.
Invite friends to guess the song based on the interesting new lyrics. So, guys? What is it?
And it is been one moment,
since I could precisely consider to me
and am been one moment,
since I said that I am been sad
and that it is been one moment,
since me the manner the candles saw, your face to light
and him one moment am been,
me manner me of recalling can
however calmly precisely that you goûtezet
with very that I cannot point out me,
as gebumst knows in top you,
while all it can seem of is me
that I am not to it me
this one on my father to show can,
better did it to him,
him for me could
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
??????I have NO idea }:)
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I’m stumped. I have a tune in my head but it’s an old, old one and I don’t think it’s correct. Will lurk until you spill.
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Mel! How the heck are ya? Ok, so you guessed mine (over on K’s blog) – but that was eeeeeasy. Try this one:If my words ignited the gold of the sun and my melodies on unstrung the toothing-stone were played, would you hear my voice, by which to come, you would narrowly hold the music them, since it was him – same? They is to the bottom, the thoughts are it unsung are left better defective, perhaps. I do not know me left is that there does not interest really only song, the air to fill. Plaetschern it in calm water, if there is no thrown flint, still in the wind, to roast. If you reach your hand, if your basin is empty, if your basin can be still him, left it is known full that there is a well which was not formed by the hands of the men. There are a road, no simple road, between the paddle and the darkness of the night, and if you go, to be able anybody to follow who is only one manner for your stages. Plaetschern it in calm water, if there is no thrown flint, still in the wind, to roast. But, if you fall only you it case, if you are then that which, must lead you? If I knew the manner, I would take the house to you. The dee there there there, there there there there, there there there, there there, there there there there there there there there, there there, there there, there there there, there, there there.And no, I haven’t guessed yours yet!-Josefina
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