More Babelfishing poetry. Here's what happens when I run Elton John's "Rocket Man" through Arabic, Vietnamese, Tagalog, Swahili, Chinese and a couple of others for good measure.
I Am A Missile Person
This is my bag packing last night, on the plane.
12:00, 9 . . .
I was so high at that time.
I remember a lot of land, too.
Please do not forget my wife.
It is only an external space station flight forever.
I think this is a very long time
open to me round again
to find I never thought
I was home, oh, no, no, no.
I find that I hate. That's the way of missiles.
I am a missile person.
Rocket man, burning furnace
to make a single.
(More Babelfishing here.)