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Re: How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (lojmIt tI'wI' nuv)
Fri Aug 6 17:54:09 2010

From: "lojmIt tI'wI' nuv" <lojmitti7wi7nuv@gmail.com>
In-Reply-To: <4c5c6821.9882e50a.330f.573a@mx.google.com>
Date: Fri, 6 Aug 2010 17:46:44 -0400
To: tlhingan-hol@kli.org
Errors-to: tlhingan-hol-bounce@kli.org
Reply-to: tlhingan-hol@kli.org

Why do people expect forced rhymes in one language to translate gracefully into another?

It's a rhetorical question. You don't have to answer...

pItlh.
lojmIt tI'wI' nuv



On Aug 6, 2010, at 3:53 PM, Michael Roney, Jr. wrote:

> Earlier today I received a request to translate the following poem/song.
> As poetry comes with its own unique problems, I'm sending this out to the group for input.
> 
> 
> ~naHQun
> 
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> ~Michael Roney, Jr.
> Professional Klingon translator
> webOS dev
> 
> -- Sent from my Palm Pre
> 
> 
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> Axes flash, broadsword swing,
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> Shining armour's piercing ring
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> Horses run with polished shield,
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> Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
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> Midnight mare and blood red roan,
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> Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
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> Sound the horn and call the cry,
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> How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
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> Follow orders as you're told,
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> Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
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> Fight until you die or drop,
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> A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
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> Close your mind to stress and pain,
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> Fight till You're No Longer Sane
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> Let not one damn cur pass by,
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> How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
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> Guard your women and children well,
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> Send These Bastards Back to Hell
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> We'll teach them the ways of war,
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> They Won't Come Here Any More
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> Use your shield and use your head,
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> Fight till Every One is Dead
> 
> Raise the flag up to the sky,
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> How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
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> Dawn has broke, the time has come,
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> Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
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> We'll win the war and pay the toll,
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> We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
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> Midnight mare and blood red roan,
> 
> Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
> 
> Sound the horn and call the cry,
> 
> How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
> 
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