OK, boys and girls, ready or not, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, adjust the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Today, by special request from CindiRaeArtiste, Don Henley's "The Heart Of The Matter" gets the multi-language Babelfish treatment (listen to song here). Enjoy.
OK, You Can Carry And Eat
I did not want to hear there was the phone today.
But knew that coming.
Talk to an old friend on the phone.
And I said,
I think of all the bad luck.
We went to war.
And how you can lose me, do lose.
Why, I love the sound of the door.
Let us remove the satisfaction,
I am currently studying to live.
Sometimes you need to leave.
The more I, and the lesser-known, know.
I'm learning again, I know these things.
I try to download the root of the problem.
I get weak images of the rest of my mind.
But I think the thing about forgiveness
even if you do not go back and love me.
And it is certain of far.
I have a perfect desire to learn,
full of rage.
We love all of the little.
How can love survive a year of relationship?
Available achieve happiness and self ti'aturiraa-, ti'aturiraa-lead.
Most of them kill us, I think.
It cannot be moved and filled with empty hands.
The work I put between us, I'm gay.
Come, people, I go with my life.
In fact, that hurt my pride.
You are now ready to put him in the back. Life lasted.
OK, you can carry and eat.