O cansaço da monografia faz qualquer um perder tempo com as bizarrices da internet. Resolvir testar o Systran, que dizem ser o melhor tradutor on-line, com a (mais simples impossível) letra do nosso hino nacional. Deixei sem traduzir as palavras que o tradutor desconheceu. A melhor tradução de todas foi green-parrot para verde-louro! Sem comentários.
They had heard of the Ipiranga the placid edges
Of a heroic people the thundering shout,
and the sun of the Freedom, in fúlgidos rays,
Shone in the sky of the Native land in this instant.
If the distrain of this equality
We obtain to conquer with strong arm,
In your seio, ó Freedom,
The proper death defies our chest!
Loved Native
Ó,Idolatrada,
It saves! It saves!
Brazil, an intense dream, a vivid ray,
Of love and hope to the land goes down,
If in your formoso sky, limpid risonho and,
the image of the Cruise shines.
Giant for the proper nature,
You are beautiful, you are strong, fearless colossus,
and your future espelha this largeness.
Adored land
Among others a thousand
You, Brazil are,
Loved Native Ó!
Of the children of this ground
You are gentile mother,
Native loved,
Brazil!
Lying perpetual in splendid cradle,
To the sound of the sea and the light of the deep sky,
Fulguras, ó Brazil, florão of America,
Illuminated to the sun of the New World!
Of what the garrida land more
Your risonhos, pretty fields have more flowers,
Our forests have more life,
Our life in your seio more loves.
Loved Native Ó,
Idolatrada,
It saves! It saves!
Brazil, of perpetual love is symbol
The lábaro that exhibits covered with star,
And says the green-parrot of this flammule
- Peace in the future and glory in the past.
But if you raise of clava it to justice strong,
You will see that a son yours does not run away to the fight,
Nor fear, adores who you, the proper death.
Adored land
Among others a thousand
You, Brazil are,
Loved Native Ó!
Of the children of this ground
You are gentile mother,
Native loved,
Brazil!
