we al have to translate a queen songs titel in your mother language and then give a new titel who the next person has to translate in her/ his mother language, like
fat bottomed girls
in belgium:
meisjes met dikke reten
now i give a next song:
great king rat
you translate
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STOP RUINING MY LIFE
thats not a translation into your language of great king rat.
of je doet gewoon mee aan t spel, of je sodemietert maar op.
of je doet gewoon mee aan t spel, of je sodemietert maar op.
STOP RUNNING MY LIFE.
hahaha you're a disgrace
THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<b><font color=007788> ?Freya? wrote: [/QUOTENAME]THIS IS AN OUTRAGE.[/QUOTE]
LMAO!
i knew it as soon as i saw the title :-]
LMAO!
i knew it as soon as i saw the title :-]
Tom Bombadil:
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
Goldberry:
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reads by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
Tom Bombadil:
O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!
O reed by the living pool! Fair river-daughter!
O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!
O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
Goldberry:
Now let the song begin! Let us sing together
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
Reads by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
Tom Bombadil:
O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!
O reed by the living pool! Fair river-daughter!
O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!
O wind on the waterfall, and the leaves' laughter!
Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
geeez give some FUCKING normal ansers. this is just a game if you dont do it serious than FUCK THE HELL OF IM TIRED OF NO ONE EVER GIVING SERIOUS ANSERS TO MY TOPIC
SCREW YOU
I JUST WANT A SERIOUS ANSER NOT THIS KIND OF SHIT. FUCK YOU AL. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. NOW IM MAD
IK VIND DIT ECHT ONGELOFELIJK KLOTE MAN. ALS JULLIE STEEDS ZO DOORGAAN ZIE IK MIJ GENOODZAAKT HET TOPIC TE SLUITEN. ROT TOCH OP.
SCREW YOU
I JUST WANT A SERIOUS ANSER NOT THIS KIND OF SHIT. FUCK YOU AL. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. NOW IM MAD
IK VIND DIT ECHT ONGELOFELIJK KLOTE MAN. ALS JULLIE STEEDS ZO DOORGAAN ZIE IK MIJ GENOODZAAKT HET TOPIC TE SLUITEN. ROT TOCH OP.
^ that last part in english please?
OBAMA FOR PRESIDENT!
Killer Queenie, he is ranting on about not being taken seriously and the topic is closed.....
yawn......
yawn......
I'll steal you, Johanna!
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=FF9900>Mr Mercury</font> wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Killer Queenie, he is ranting on about not being taken seriously and the topic is closed.....
yawn......[/QUOTE]
Ahh, I see.
yawn......[/QUOTE]
Ahh, I see.
And though I'll think of you I guess, until the day I die, I think I miss you less and less as each day goes by, Johanna!