To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
« Chinese (traditional) »
明天和明天和明天，每天漸增音量這狹窄步幅，對記錄的時間最后音節;
並且所有我們的昨天點燃了傻瓜方式對多灰塵的死亡。
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, will gradually increase volume this narrow stride width every day, to record time final syllable;
And possessed our yesterday to light the fool way to the multi-dust death.
You are really handsome. And I'm not funny.
Ti si stvarno zgodan. I I'm ne smiješan.
You are a you really well. PLUS I'm does not waggish.
Αυτή η ηρωίνη μου έχει πηδήξει τα μυαλά αδελφάκι μου.
Αυτή η ηρωίνη μου έχει πηδήξει τα μυαλά αδελφάκι μου.
My this heroin has jumped my brains little sibling.
I need to go grocery shopping for bread, since I want a sandwitch.
ÉG þörf til fara matvöruverslun innkaup fyrir brauð , síðan ÉG vilja a samloka.
I want to go grocery shopping pay lip service to loaf , then I wish a sandwich.
If you want my body and you think im sexy, come on baby let me know
Se volete il mio corpo e pensate im sexy, prossimo sul bambino lo lasciate sapere
If you want my body and thoughts im sexy, next on the left child the knowledge
Yes, language is indeed a creative thing!
Ja , sprog er i sandhed en skabende genstand!
Certainly , languages are you truth a creative drink!
I like to choke the chicken and slap the monkey
Ich mag das Huhn erdrosseln und den Affen schlagen
I may strangle the chicken and strike the ape
Lucky that my lips not only mumble
They spill kisses like a fountain
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble
So you don't confuse them with mountains
Lucky I have strong legs like my mother
To run for cover when I need it
And these two eyes that for no other
The day you leave will cry a river
Felicis ut meus labiae non tantum mumble They spill basium amo a fontis Felicis ut meus pectus es vegrandis quod humilis Sic vos don't turbo lemma per mons montis Felicis EGO have validus legs amo meus matris Ut run pro occulto ut EGO postulo is Quod illa duos eyes ut pro haud alius dies vos licentia mos vox a flumen
Lucky when my lips not only mumble They spill kiss to love a fountain Lucky when my pectoris are diminutive and lowly So you don't whirling motion theme very mountain Lucky I fui mighty legs to love my mother When run for to hide when I to ask this And that two eyes when for no other day you license will cry a river
hey, whats up?!
ある何が、ちょっとか。!
A certain something, just a little?!
by Sarah
