Posts Tagged translation
Some silly songs we sing around the house a lot
Posted by Angela Brett in Performances on August 2, 2026
Recently Joey Marianer and I recorded a couple of songs we keep singing at/with each other. Here’s Baby Shark sung to the tune of Edelweiss. Usually, Joey sings harmonies, but we experimented with adding ukulele for the video, and Joey liked this version with just me singing the best:
Guess which one of those two songs is popular in Austria!
Lyrics:
Baby shark, baby shark
Do do do do do do do
Mommy shark, mommy shark
Do do do do do do do
Daddy shark, grandma shark, grandpa shark
Do do do do do do
Run away, safe at last
Do do do do do do do
Daddy shark, grandma shark, grandpa shark
Do do do do do do
Run away, safe at last
Do do do do do do do
This prompted me to finally write lyrics for another version of Baby Shark I’ve been thinking about. Here’s ‘Ode to my Shark Family’, a parody of ‘Ode to My Family‘, by the masters of ‘do do do do do do do’ songs, The Cranberries.
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do
Baby shark and mummy shark
And daddy shark as well
And grandma shark and grandpa shark
They’ll chomp you right to hell
You can’t run here, you can’t run
It’s the ocean.
It’s the ocean, not the ground.
You’re not safe here; you’re not safe
It’s the ocean. It’s the ocean
Get ate or get drowned
I imagine ‘ate’ is pronounce /ɛt/ in this, although I’m not sure whether that pronunciation is actually common in Ireland. I’m a much bigger fan of The Cranberries than I am of my own singing, so I’m unlikely to further disgrace them by singing this.
The next one that we did record is what I guess you could call a ‘studio recording’ of something we sang at Dumb Parody Ideas at MarsCon, as mentioned in my last post. It’s ‘Garbanzo Beans (a.k.a. Chick Peas)’ (to the tune of O Tannenbaum, which is also probably popular in Austria) except that we’ve also added a French translation, titled Pois chiches (aussi appelés « garbanzos »). The fact that Joey is wearing an Arrogant Worms ‘Canadian Famous’ shirt while we sing in English and French is a coincidence. Today is the Swiss National Day, but Canada gets the presents! (Perhaps we can translate it into German, Italian, and Romansch in time for the next Canada Day.)
I’m not sure which one of us started singing ‘les haricots de garbanzos’, nor whether anyone actually calls them that, but I can take the credit/blame for the other line.
Lyrics:
Garbanzo beans, garbanzo beans
Some people call them chickpeas
Garbanzo beans, garbanzo beans
Some people call them chickpeas
Garbanzo beans, garbanzo beans
Garbanzo beans, garbanzo beans
Garbanzo beans, garbanzo beans
Some people call them chickpeas
Les haricots de garbanzo
Certains les appellent pois-chiches
Les haricots de garbanzo
Certains les appellent pois-chiches
Les haricots de garbanzo
Les haricots de garbanzo
Les haricots de garbanzo
Certains les appellent pois-chiches
These songs can both be found in my playlist of dumb parody ideas by the two of us.
On the subject of song translation, a long time ago Joey’s father translated Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ into Hebrew. A less long time ago, Joey came up with some music for the original, and sang it. A short time ago, the translation was found somewhere, and Joey sang that too.
Also on the subject of song translation, Le Ton beau de Marot: In Praise of the Music of Language is a great book by Douglas R. Hodstadter. Three days after I finally got a hold of a copy of it (after a few cancelled orders), back in 2007, I unexpectedly saw Douglas Hofstadter give a talk. It could happen to you!
I think that’s all I have to say for now… I was considering mentioning a puzzle I made for a recent event, but I think I’ll save that for another post.
Seven of Diamonds: The Tree
Posted by Angela Brett in Bäume, Discover Ontario, Paris, Writing Cards and Letters on January 25, 2009
As autumn comes I breathe your sanguine red
and tremble at the falling of each leaf.
I’ve wasted nights just sobbing on your bed
of leaves, and vow to fight impending grief.
I wrap you, still alive, to stop the shed,
your shield against the winter, metal leaf.
In spring, I take the helmet from your head,
its aventail a shroud upon the dead.
Seven of Hearts: Varied Words for Snow
Posted by Angela Brett in Birds of Canada, Writing Cards and Letters on July 20, 2008
It’s macaronics de nouveau
écrit sur l’air de Words For Snow.
Des mots pour la neige (a line-by-line ‘literal’ translation of Words for Snow)

A seven of hearts featuring a varied thrush sitting on a snow-laden branch
Je respire l’anglais, l’air de rien
mais quand je respire le français,
c’est l’eau qui semble m’étouffer.
I took the plunge, and I’m aware
si je remonte, c’est moi qui perds.
Je parle français un peu de plus,
The air of English spreads diffuse
des petites bulles dans l’eau française,
a snow of words that Benoît says
C’est clair comme du cristal, même plus
I wish such grace could reproduce
My tongues hang out, mouthwat’ring pair.
Je veux en boire des rivières.
In melting snow I want to stay,
to swim like fish in Angel Bay
in fluid French that’s clear and fun.
Wine and cakes (a lipogram missing an English drink)
English is air I exhale,
French is a splash I expel,
choking on wine of my grail,
drowning in yield of my well.
l’Anglais je prends à la louche,
le français je crâche vers le ciel.
L’eau à la bouche qui me bouche
L’eau me lessive mais m’appelle.
Queen of Spades: Les Éléments
Posted by Angela Brett in The Best of Switzerland, Writing Cards and Letters on May 25, 2008
Ceci est en quelque sorte une traduction de “The Elements” de Tom Lehrer, à chanter sur l’air de “Je ne suis pas bien portant” de Gaston Ouvrard. Je cherche quelqu’un qui pourrait la chanter, je chante encore plus mal que je prononce le français.
The following is a French translation of Tom Lehrer’s “The Elements“, to be sung to the tune of “Je ne suis pas bien portant” by Gaston Ouvrard. Sorry, no recording yet, I can neither sing nor pronounce French well enough. You’re welcome to try.
Y’a nickel, bismuth, tantale, gallium,
osmium, carbone, aluminium,
azote, terbium, platine et hafnium,
et les états d’américium.
N’oubliez pas praséodyme,
c’est juste avant le néodyme.
Y’a phosphore
sodium, bore,
plutonium
nobélium
béryllium
samarium
dysprosium
europium
puis calcium
et rhénium,
or, lanthane
et titane
et radon
sur Krypton
molybdène
oxygène.
Ah ! bon Dieu ! Je ne suis pas
très bon en la matière.
Ah ! bon Dieu ! Je ne suis pas !
Chimie c’est la galère.
Manganèse, antimoine, silicium
rutherfordium, gadolinium
astate, thulium, césium, ruthénium
m’a dit Dmitri Mendélévium.
Seaborgium, dubnium protactinium
cobalt, arsenic, californium.
Y’a scandium
polonium
rubidium
ytterbium
baryum, brome
et le chrome.
Fer, tellure
zinc, mercure
et radium
potassium
argent, plomb
et argon.
Soufre chlore
et fluor
puis néon
et xénon
hydrogène
et tungstène.
Ah ! bon Dieu ! Je ne suis pas
très bon en la matière.
Ah ! bon Dieu ! Je ne suis pas !
C’est la croix, la bannière.
Il y a hassium bohrium curium
iode, thorium, étain, actinium
et cuivre, indium, holmium, fermium
et meitnérium et magnésium
et aussi thallium et francium
les gaz à effet de cérium.
Y’a strontium
einsteinium
lawrencium
technétium
puis niobium
et rhodium
berkélium
et yttrium
germanium
et erbium
vanadium
uranium
et lithium
et cadmium
sélénium
zirconium
prométhium
trop d’hélium
neptunium
iridium
Ah ! bon Dieu ! Je ne suis pas
très bon en la matière.
Ah ! bon Dieu ! Je ne suis pas !
Chimie c’est la misère.
Four of Spades: Lake of many Rivers
Posted by Angela Brett in Discover Ontario, Writing Cards and Letters on March 30, 2008

Ace of Spades: Limerick
Posted by Angela Brett in CERN, Discover Ontario, Ireland, Jass, Paris, Switzerland, The Best of Switzerland, Wildflowers of Canada, Writing Cards and Letters on March 9, 2008

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Miss Day complains she never knows
why her boyfriend called her Wild Rose.
By any other name
she’d smell just the same
as her tissues begin to necrose.
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Un printemps une grande hirondelle,
sauta de la tour Eiffel,
mais une fois dans l’air,
elle tomba sur terre,
car on lui avait coupé les ailes.
translation:
A swallow decided one spring
Eiffel tower was worth base-jumping.
Soon after the jump
it fell on its rump
for somebody had clipped its wing.
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A young frau who swam Lake Brienz
was popular past all intents.
For the water was clear,
and without underwear,
she put on quite a show for the gents.
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A two-to-one flag made a fuss
of an equal-sized flag with a plus.
It said, “I’m neutral,
but my diagonal
is your base, which are belong to us.”
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Some pixels of fifty micrometers
two trackers and two calorimeters.
Eight magnets toroidal
and one solenoidal
surrounded by muon spectrometer.
Deep under soil Helvetic
are toroids electromagnetic
to confirm mc squared
makes particles (paired)
Converted from E that’s kinetic.
And now for a different detector:
If experiments had consciousness,
Just what do you think they’d confess?
“Well here under Cessy,
It’s all very messy.
Smashed hadrons and I CMS.”
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Pour réussir au jeu de Jass,
on met les atouts et les as.
Mais il faut être vite
sur ce putain de site (excuse my French)
avant que les aut’ ne se cassent.
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The catch with Niagara Falls,
is the cliché that always enthralls.
One must use Viagra,
to rhyme with Niag’ra,
And frankly I haven’t the balls.
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