There was an article on slashdot a few weeks back that talked about the next generation of translation software. It seems that on some day, far in the future, the universal translator might become a reality. Until then, we have Google translation technology, which doesn't always work as intended.
I was searching for information on "Ola Tungee", a reference from the Bob Dylan song "I Shall Be Free", when I found a lyrics page in Spanish. Google translated it for me and I got this (it's a pretty strange song anyway, but this is just bizaare):
I WILL BE FREE:
Well, I caught a woman in the last night
Drunk was três/quartos, it seemed perfect
Until it to start to peel its acebolada porqueira
He took off its wig and he said "As he is mine I smell"
(completely naked astonished I......
I left for the window)
Well, to the times I can be drunk
I walk done duck and fedo as opossum
It does not bother me nothing, not magoa my pride
Therefore I have my small maiden of my side well
(It is trying to hide itself
Dissimulating that she does not know me)
I was there I am painting the wooden barraco
When a can of black ink fell in my head
I was to rub me and to wash
But I needed to lie down itself in the bathtub
(it cost Me twenty and five cents... half entered)
Well, my telephone touched and it did not want to stop
She is President Kennedy binding for me
It said, "My Bob friend
What we need to make this country to grow "
I said, "My friend John
Brigitte Bardot
Anita Ikberg
Sophia Loren."
(the country goes to grow)
Well, I have a woman baixinha
It cries out and bawls and esgoela and farcical
It coça my nose, fondles my head
Side turns me pro and it kicks me of the bed
(It is an eater of men
Grinder of meat, losing harm)
Oh, has not felt in working the time all
I arranged a woman who works blindly
He works until the pants, the neck
It writes me letters and she orders checks to me
(It is injured... Singer folk)
Late in one day in the way of the week
My closed eyes, I was half dormente
I ran behind a woman going up a mount
During a training for one he has attacked well aerial
(I jumped a shelter for antiaircraft bombings
I jumped a string bean
I jumped the frozen supper
I jumped the rifle)
Now, the man in palanque wants my vote
It is concurring for a vacant betting in the scrutiny
It is there nailing in the front to the bell tower
Saying me how much he loves all type of people
(It is eating rosquinhas
It is eating pizza
It is eating chitlins *)
Oh, I sat down in the soil in front of the television
I changed the canals until number four
Leaving the shower it comes a football player
With a hair oil bottle in its hands
(pra Is oily thing child
What I want to know Sir football player, I am
What you go to make on Willie Mays
Martin Luther King
Ola Tungee)
Well, the woman funnier than I already vi
She was the great-granddaughter of the Mr. Clean
It takes about fifteen banns per day
She wants that I leave to grow a mustache in my face
(It is a little weighed)
Well, one asks because I am drunk to all hour
This levels my head and calms my mind
I walk and stroll and only sing
I see days better and I make better things
(I apanho dinossauros
I make love with Elizabeth Taylor...
I catch the hell of Richard Burton)
Catchy little number, huh?
BTJM
-AM
