It's Friday! It seems like just a minute ago it was only Tuesday. How on earth did that happen? It's a mystery to me, but then I am mystified easily, so there you go.
Anyway, Friday means more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, have some fun with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week is a little change of pace. What happens when Gregorian chant gets Babelfished? Read on and find out (watch video and read original Latin and translated English lyrics here). Enjoy.
God Knows How To Bloom Lightning
Welcome that, Mary (HAIL),
meek (HAIL), full of grace love,
(I'm hoping for the HAIL),
Mary, in the world,
road full of benefits.
The strange maiden (HAIL),
it does not suffer from bush fires.
I presented a beautiful rose (HAIL),
staff-loosened chain whose fruits,
crying, release osteoporosis.
Death penalty for his belly, hurray, hurray, my friend.
Ten thousand and three, O lack of comparison,
still tearfully long, renewed joy in the world.
Welcome, lamp virgin, and through it,
God knows how to bloom lightning.
Love how the milk of heaven (HAIL)
Mary was born,
Gem sky (HAIL) (HAIL).
Oh? You have a virgin
of how great these characteristics?
In this sense, the popular quilt of AA.
Oh, Mother of God,
how holy, how serene,
and what kind of phase signal?
Until the end of the return
to independence and slavery, sky clear.
Oh, Lily, son of chastity,
humility of the prayer of salvation.
And we is not our fault,
judgment by management.
We all sin, but
pray a holy, purify angry,
Nobody, I tell you.
I tell you all.