LOL! I prefer those you write yourself!! At least I can trust the attribution!!

Here's what Babelshit says about your Ode to Joy:

O of friends, not these tones!
    To separate let us more pleasant
    anstimmen and joy-fuller.
    Joy!

    Joy, beautiful God sparks
    Daughter from Elysium,
    We entered feuertrunken,
    Heavenly one, your Heiligtum!
    Your charms bind again
    Which the fashion strictly divided;
    All humans become brothers,
    (Schiller's original:
    Which the mode sword divided;
    Beggars become prince brothers,)
    Where your gentle wing stays.

    Whom the large throw successfully,
    To be a friend friend;
    Who holdes a woman achieved,
    Interfere his rejoicing!
    Yes, who also only one soul
    Its calls on that ground approximately!
    And wer's never skillfully, which steals
    Crying itself from this federation!

    All natures drink joy
    At the breasts of nature;
    All good ones, all bad ones
    Consequences of their rose trace.
    Kisses it gave us and vines,
    A friend, examined in death;
    Wollust ward the worm given,
    and the Cherub stands before God.

    Gladly, as its suns fly
    By the sky prächt'gen plan,
    Run, brothers, your course,
    Joyfully, like a hero to triumphing.

    Are umschlungen, millions!
    This kiss of the whole world!
    Brothers, über'm star tent
    A dear father must live.
    You fall down, millions?
    Do you suspect the creator, world?
    Such' it über'm star tent!
    Over stars he must live.