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I like to take Floyd lyrics, run them through free translation into Spanish or French and then translation them back to English. 

Money

The money, flees.  Obtain a good work with the pay and youre good good.  The money, its a gas.  Grasp that cash with both hands and do an escondijo.  New car, the caviar, four star souena awake, Thinks Sick a team of soccer buys me. 

The money, returns.  Im correct every cat maintains the hands far from my pile.  The money, its a blow.  They placed gives me that I do to beatuco good foolishnesses.  Im in the first class of high fidelity that travels the assembly AND I think that I need a spurt of lear. 

The money, his a crime.  Share it enough but placed takes a slice of my cake.  The money, so they say Is the root of all today bad.  But if you ask an increase its surprise that that theyre
that Gives none far away. 

OK, this one is via Italian ...

It acclimatizes them the albatross hangs motionless on the air
and deep under the waves of rolling in mazes of the caverns of coral
the echo of an distant tide it comes willowing through the sand
and all he is green and submarine.

And nobody has shown them that to the earth
and nobody it knows the wheres or whys
but the something stirs and something test
and begins to scramble up towards the light.

Strangers that gathering passes in the way
for case two separate glances
and is you and that what I see are me.
and I take them from the hand
and I lead them through the earth
and the aid to understand best can.

And the no calls we in order to pass
and no forces down our eyes
and nobody speak and to no tests
and no flies around to sun.

Cloudless the every day that you fall on my eyes of awakening
inviting and inciting increasing
and through the window in the wall they come effluendo within on the wings of solar light
million intelligent ambassadors morning

And that nobody sings me lullabies
and the no Marches fine me my eyes
so as to jet the windows widely
and calls to you through the sky.

Did I drop some bad acid this afternoon ?
          Or has the world gone completely mad :-[

It's the heat.

One two free four German

The memories of a man in its high age are the documents of a man in its most important.  They mix in D?sterheit of the sick-room and the speech to itself while you die. 

Life is a short, warms is moment and death a long cold remainder.  They receive your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye:  Eighty years with good fortune, or even fewer. 

Therefore all on board for that American trip, and perhaps you will make it towards the top.  And mind, how you go can tell, and I you, causes 'that I know, that you hard can find it, to descend. 

They are the angel of death and I am the son of the dead man.  And it was buried like a Mole in a fox hole.  And each is quiet in the course. 

And who is the master of foxes hounds?  Does and that the hunt say, began?  Does and that the melody in the courtoom call?  Does and that the burial drum strike? 

The memories of a man in its high age are the documents of a man in its most important.  They mix die in D?sterheit in the sick-room and the speech to itself until you. 

ok, parlez-vous fran?ais ?

Lime and limpid green a second scene, combat of A between the blue which you have in the past known.

To float in bottom of the healthy resounds around icy water underground
Jupiter and Saturn Oberon Miranda and Titan de Titania
Neptune Tient the first role can frighten...

The blindnesses of the signs are agitated the challenge of daN of alarm of staircase of prisoner of war of prisoner of war of Blam of flickering of flickering of flickering which is there...

Lime and the limpid green the noise surrounds icy water under
Lime and the limpid green surrounds icy water under ground