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#445005
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THX 1138 "preservations" + the 'THX 1138 Italian Cut' project (Released)
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Well, I gave it a shot, and the translation came out roughly the same as the one already posted on Youtube, just as I expected. Here it is, along with the transcription from the video, and the other translation.

ITALIAN VOICE OVER

 

Devo fuggire. Devo fuggire!

Non so cosa troverò fuori, ma devo fuggire.

Forza, forza! Più forte!

Se non regge sono finito...

 

Il motore della macchina che doveva portarmi verso la libertà sta per lasciarmi. Prima che il mio corpo sia disintegrato dai miei inseguitori, voglio lasciare un messaggio telepatico, perché i miei posteri possano conoscere la mia vera storia.

 

La storia iniziò nel lontano luglio del 2002, duecento settanta secoli fa. Alcune radiazioni solari determinarono la deflagrazione contemporanea di tutti gli ordigni nucleari costruiti dall'uomo.

I pochi superstiti si rifugiarono in profonde caverne, unici luoghi non contaminati dalle radiazioni, e là iniziarono la ricostruzione del loro mondo. Uomini di tutte le razze giurarono solennemente che mai più ci sarebbe stata guerra, e si dedicarono alla costruzione di un mondo perfetto.

Ma la perfezione non è dell'Uomo. La perfezione è solo nella Macchina costruita dall'Uomo, perciò era la Macchina che doveva  regolare la vita dell'Uomo, e l'Uomo costruì il Robot. L'Uomo costruì Robot sempre più perfetti, e il Robot fu tanto perfetto, che cominciò a costruire l'Uomo, e a controllarne ogni suo atto.

L'Uomo voleva un mondo dove fosse bandito il Male e l'Infelicità, e il Robot costruì un Uomo asettico, scevro dal Male e dall'Infelicità.

Ma l'eliminazione del Male è l'eliminazione del Bene, in quanto l'uno è la contrapposizione dell'altro. Già l'Essere Supremo aveva costruito un Paradiso Terrestre, nel quale l'Uomo visse, finché non sentì che solo avvicinandosi all'Albero del Bene e del Male, avrebbe trovato il Male, ma anche il Bene e la Felicità.

 

Non so perché questo sentire, in questo mondo sia toccato a me, perché ho dovuto cercare questa Felicità che sta portando il mio corpo alla disintegrazione. Forse il mio nome non è quello posto sulla provetta nella quale fui costruito, THX 1138. Forse il mio vero nome è Adamo.

 

ERRIWAN'S TRANSLATION

0.31 I have to make it, I have to escape!

0.33 I don't know what I will find out there but I must escape
0.39 Come on, come on! Faster!
If it (the car) doesn't hold up I'm finished

START OF THE OFF-SCREEN NARRATION

2.00 The engine of the car that was leading me to freedom is going to die soon. Before my body is disintegrated by my stalkers I want to leave a telepatic message so that posterity will know my real story.

2.19 - The story begun in the distant July of 2002, 270 centuries ago. Solar radiation determined the explosion of all nuclear heads all over the World. The few survivors took refuge in deep caves, the only uncontamined places... and there they started to rebuild their World. Men of all races sworn that never again was to be War and they dedicated their efforts to rebuild a perfect World. But Perfection doesn't belong to the Man. Perfection is only in the Machine created by the Man, therefore it was the Machine which was to regulate the life of the Man... so the Man created the Robot. He created it more and more perfect and the Robot was so perfect that started to create the Man and to control him in all his acts. The Man wanted a World were Evil and Unhappiness were banned and The Robot created an aseptic man, free from Evil and Unhappiness. But the elimination of Evil also means the elimination of the good, since one is the opposite of the other. Already once the Lord created an Eden where the Man lived until he felt that only approaching the "Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil" he would have found Evil but also Goodness and Happiness. I don't know why in this World it happened to be me and why it was me who had to look for the Happiness which will lead to my disintegration. Perhaps my name is not the one placed on my test-tube in which I was created, "THX-1138", perhaps my true name is Adam.

 

MY TRANSLATION

 

I have to escape. I have to escape. I don't know what I'll find out there, but I have to escape.

C'mon, c'mon, faster....

If this thing doesn't hold up I'm done for.

The engine of the car that was going to carry me towards freedom is going to fail soon. Before my body is disintegrated by my pursuers, I want to leave a telepathic message so that my posterity will know my real story.

 

The story begun in the distant July of 2002, two hundred and seventy centuries ago. Some solar radiations caused the simultaneous explosion of all nuclear warheads built by Man. The few survivors took refuge in deep caves, the only places uncontaminated by radiation, and there they began to rebuild their world. Men of all races solemnly swore that there would be no more  wars, and dedicated themselves to building a perfect world. But perfection does not belong to Man. Perfection only belongs to the Machine built by Man. So the Machine had to regulate the life of Man, and Man built the Robot.

Man built more and more perfect Robots, and the Robot was so perfect, that it began to build Man and to control every action of his.

Man wanted a world were Evil and Unhappiness were to be banned, and the Robot built an aseptic Man, free from Evil and Unhappiness.

But the elimination of Evil is the elimination of Good, because one is the opposition of the other. Already the Supreme Being had built an Earthly Paradise, in which Man had lived, until he felt that only approaching the Tree of Good and Evil, he would find Evil, but also Good and Happiness.

I don't know why this feeling in this world had to get to me, and why I had to search for this Happiness that is leading my body to disintegration.

 

Maybe my name isn't the name that was on the test tube in which I was built, THX 1138. Maybe my real name is Adam.

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#444998
Topic
THX 1138 "preservations" + the 'THX 1138 Italian Cut' project (Released)
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SilverWook said:

The best we could hope for is subs using the translation provided I guess. Unless someone here speaks Italian!

*raises hand* ahem...

I'd be glad to help, but I have never seen the movie, so I'm not sure how accurate my translation would be. The translation that "erriwan" provided on Youtube is pretty good IMHO, but of course who knows how near or how far we get re-translating it back to english. You know what I mean?

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#444921
Topic
How do you hear your fellow board members in your head?
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Thanks Sluggo, but even if I have a good musical ear I can't whistle properly. It must be the teeth. And anyway, as you all can see I'm awkward in front of a webcam, the reflection of the monitor on my glasses doesn't help at all. Nor does the poor quality of the microphone (which I took from one of those cellphone handsfree thingies), that makes my room sound like the Death Star: listen to that low bass rumble! :P.

Add the challenge of speaking in a foreign language, whilst trying to be intelligible... I just did a quick thing hoping it didn't come out as complete gibberish. It's not like it's my first time, but it always feels like it.

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#444560
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Facepalms, Fist pumps, Whatever Faces, Don't Care Meters, Angry Faces, Crotch Kicks, Crying Faces, STFU, Deal With It, Derps, Oh Snap, Double Takes, and So On...(NSFW Language Advisory)
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I was thinking of going back to my first avatar, the blue lightsaber. I liked that. However I know you like Struttin' DaVinci/DiCaprio, and I like him too now.

What if I cycle them, along with other things? I was thinking of using a photo of me in a Santa hat for Xmas, like I do in other joints. It's not like Struttin' Leo will die, he will just be... on vacation or some shit like that...

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#444468
Topic
Songs That Tell a Story
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"She's leaving home"

by The Beatles

Wednesday morning at five o'clock 
as the day begins 
Silently closing her bedroom door 
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more 
She goes downstairs to the kitchen 
clutching her handkerchief 
Quietly turning the back door key 
Stepping outside she is free 

She (we gave her most of our lives) 
is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives) 
home (we gave her everything money could buy) 
She's leaving home after living alone for 
so many years (bye bye) 

Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown 
Picks up the letter that's lying there 
Standing alone at the top of the stairs 
She breaks down and cries to her husband 
Daddy our baby's gone 
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly 
How could she do this to me 

She (We never thought of ourselves) 
is leaving (never a thought for ourselves) 
home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by) 
She's leaving home after living alone for 
so many years (bye bye) 

Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away 
Waiting to keep the appointment she made 
Meeting a man from the motor trade 

She (what did we do that was wrong) 
is having (we didn't know it was wrong) 
fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy) 
Something inside that was always denied for 
so many years (bye bye) 
She's leaving home (bye bye) 

I fuckin' love this song.