answer:I plugged it into babelfish. This is what came out. It doesn’t really make sense to me. When I took French in college I found that there was a difference between writing and speaking. —Be to you at the university since one year or two, and you know that saw you the whole. You ace of the needs, came to you by far. Here, you can be upright. Listen to the ethnic jazz. They is cool, it is smart. You make that the girls pament. You sermonize with me that the negros are cold, And the slums have a heart. It is time to taste your more great fear. Now, you can feel their pain. Good voyage. With presently! Good voyage. With presently! Holidays in Kampuchea! It is shit, but it is the life! Holidays in Kampuchea! You would like that you would be here. Be to you a leech, are to you an arse-licker. You want that everyone is like you. You geins, you pleurniches, you wait to become rich. But the boss becomes rich by you. You will work harder with a rifle in your mouth for a rice bowl per day. To make pain for the soldiers to you died of hunger, and your cranium is added to the tower. You can go where the world is plain. People say “We are “… Pas “I am “. You need, my friend… You need, my friend… Holidays in Kampuchea! People get dressed in black! Holidays in Kampuchea! It is almost too much to believe! Holidays in Kampuchea! Pack a lance-flame! Holidays in Kampuchea! The slums have a heart. Pol Pot!—