Well, hello, here we are again. I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? I hope not, I really do. Myself, I'm still a bit under the weather from the sedatives I received during an endoscopy procedure last week. Fortunately that will not interfere with providing this week's Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, play around with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week we feature Milla Jovovich's song from 1994 (when she was still called just Milla), "Gentleman Who Fell" (watch video here). Enjoy.
My Soul Is Winter
In order to achieve more than life,
Sukre skin is feeling.
My poor children, yes, they are kissing.
I am ashamed when I lifted her snout.
Voice of the Prophets,
"Her heart is broken?", they ask.
We arrive at a complete season (other times also).
Hi, I also talk a lot!
Kharidisiri with us today?
I am very close to the gun.
My soul is winter.
Our current ability to finger-touch,
what is the purpose?
They do not know how to speak,
how the way our confidence, ignorance.
Kowtow, I do not. How they will pass!
Love the way How removed our ignorance.
Man, standing in the Heavens, fall,
Court of standing.