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求英语高手翻译！！

请高手翻译下面这段话，感激不尽！

这是一个关于我的真实的故事。也许大家听到前世这个词第一感觉就是无聊。如果我告诉你们我仍然记得我的前世，你们相信我吗？下面我就来说说吧。

我前世是一个爱尔兰人，因为那时爱尔兰是英国的殖民地，所以我一般和别人说我是英国人。那是一个下午，一个该死的下午，我被人追杀，逃到一个小旅馆的双人间。我清楚地记得那时我去了阳台，去看看外面有没有人追杀过来，我在等待我的丈夫，和他一起逃走，等待着等待着，他还是没来，于是我走出房门，突然有两个人从大门进来，其中一个是胖子，拿着一把刀，朝我走来，然后我向后退了2步，接着他们就用刀捅进我的腹部，然后我就死了。。。那一年我不超过30岁。

也许是因为我前世是一个欧洲人，今生今世我一看到欧洲的哥特式建筑都有一种似曾相识的感觉，前世的场景历历在目：比如说广场上有很多鸽子在飞翔；和两个戴着帽子的女人说话，我记得那时好像要去打球；烈日炎炎的夏天在小卖部买冷饮······

这是我很久以前就有这种感觉了，在4,5岁甚至之前，在我小学5年级的时候，我和我最好的朋友说过，她还不信。。。今天我跟你们说了，我希望你们相信我，信不信由你，反正我是信了，如果你不信的话，你可以把它当成一个笑话来看。

谢谢大家

谢谢了！！

Answer 1

This is a true story about myself. Maybe, everyone's first feeling is bored when they hear the term "pre-life". Can you believe me if I tell you I still remember my pre-life? Then I talk about it as the follows.

I was an Irish woman in my pre-life when Ireland was one of colonies of England. Therefore, geneally, I told others I was an Englishwoman. It was an afternoon, a damn afternoon, when I was chased and I escaped to a double room in an inn. I clearly remember I went to the balcony to see whether there were killers chasing me outside. I waited for my husband to escape altogether. I waited and waited but he never came, so I left the room and just at the door I found two men coming in through the gate. One of them was fat. Knife in hand, they came up towards me. I backed for two steps. Then they stabbed the knives into my bellly and I died... I was not more than 30 years old that year.

Maybe it is because I was an European woman in pre-life that I have a familiar feeling when I see a Gothic architecture in nowadays life. All scens of pre-life are still clearly in front of my eyes: many pegions flying over the square; talking with two women with hats. I remember I seemed to go to play ball at the time and to buy cold drinking in a small cafe on a hot summer day...

I have had this feeling since a long time ago, between I was 4 to 5 years old or even before. When I was in Grade 5 in primary school, I talked it with my best friend, but she didn't believe it... Today, I talked it to all of you and I hope you can believe me. Believe it or not, I believe it. If you don't believe me, just regard it as a joke.

Thank you!
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Answer 2

This is a true story about me. Perhaps your first reaction/impression after hearing the word, past life, is boring. If I say I still remember my past life, do you believe me? Below is what I am going to tell you.

In a past life, I was an Irishman. Back then Ireland was a British colony, so I usually told others that I was British. That was an afternoon, a frightening one; I was hunted by people and fled into a small hotel room.

I remembered everything vividly. I went to the balcony to check whether anyone followed me there. I waited for my husband to escape together. I waited and waited, but he never came back. When I was walking out of the door, suddenly, two men came through the entrance. One of them was a fat man with a knife. He walked towards me. I stepped back couple steps, Then they stabbed into my abdomen with their knife, I died afterwards. . . That year I was not yet 30 years of age.

Perhaps because I was an European in a past life, in present life, whenever I see a European Gothic building, it feels like deja vu. The scenes from the past life come alive: such as, the flying pigeons over the plaza; and two women with hats chatting. I remembered at that time I was going to play ball; buying cold drinks in a small shop in a scorching summer day.

This feeling started a long time ago when I was four or five years old or even earlier. In my 5th grade I told my best friend who did not believe me. . . Today I am sharing this with you and hopefully you will believe me. It’s up to you whether you want to believe it or not. At least, I do believe. If you don’t, treat it as a joke.

Answer 3

This is a true story about me. You may feel it boring the first time you hear the story. If I tell you I still remember my past lives, do you believe me? The story goes like this...

My past life is an Irish, and then Ireland is British colonies, so I generally say to people that I was English. One afternoon, a damned afternoon, I was after and I fled to a double room of a small hotel. I remember when I went out on the balcony, to see if they had come over outside. Iwas waiting for my husband, and to he fleed together. But after what seemed quit a long time, he still didn't come, so I walked out of the door. Suddenly two men come in from the gate, one of which is a fatty with a knife in hand, walking towards me. I recede two steps, and then they stabbed me in the belly with that knife and I died... That year I was no more than 30.

Maybe because my past is a European, each moment in my life when I see European gothic buildings I have a sense of deja vu with everythong set in the previous scene, like the flying pigeons in the square, and two women with hats talking seeminglyto go for a ball game, and buying drinks in the hot summer store...

I have had this this kind of feeling for long. When I 4 or 5 years old and even before, in my primary school grade 5, I told it to my best friend said, and she still didn't believe... Today I share with you, I hope you believe me. Believe it or not, anyway I do, and if you don't believe it, and you can take it as a joke.