When I took Latin in high school, one of our projects was to translate a song into Latin. I did "Moon Over Bourbon Street" by Sting because I thought it was horribly amusing. I was, and still am, rather pleased by the result!

Luna Supra Bourbon Via Ibi est lunam supra Bourbon Via haec nox Video facies tam transgedi sub pallida lux lucarrae Habeo non delectus sed sequi ille vox Clarus lucis, populus, luna et omnis. Precor quique dies esse validus Enim scio quid oporet sum erro {Chorus} Videtis non me umbram vel auditas sonus me pedes Dum ibi lunam supra Bourbon Via Erat multi anni abhinc ille fieri quid sum Capiebam in haec vita similis integer agnus Nunc possum non osendo me facies tum meridies Et solum videtis ambulo abs lux luna Margo me petaso abdat oculi bestia Habeo facies unus quo delinquo, sed manu sacredos. {Chorus} Ambulat omni dies per viae New Orleana Est integer et paravulus ab familiae divitae Steteram muti tempori foras haec fenestra tum nox Contendere cum me imbutus in pallied lux luna Quomodum sum ego haec ita quando precorere Deus supra? Oporet amo quid perdo, et perdo res amo! {Chorus} -Sting, Somnium Turturibus Caeruleas

Moon Over Bourbon Street There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneathe the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong {Chorus} Oh, you'll never see my shade Or hear the sound of my feet While there's a moon over Bourbon Street It was many years ago that I became what I am I was trapped in the life like an innocent lamb Now I can never show my face at noon And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast I've the face of a sinner, but the hands of a priest {Chorus} She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans She's innocent and young, from a family of means I've stood, many times, by her window at night To struggle with my instincts in the pale moonlight How could I be this way, when I pray to God above? I must love I destroy, and destroy the thing I love! {Chorus} -Sting, Dream of The Blue Turtles

A thought on vampires..