Translation of "Tietäisi" in English

- Kukapa tietäisi?
- Ken tietää?

- No one will know.
- Who knows?

Älä teeskentele ettet tietäisi.

Don't pretend you don't know.

Luulin, ettet tietäisi vastausta.

- I thought you wouldn't know the answer.
- I thought that you wouldn't know the answer.

- Hän puhuu ikään kuin tietäisi kaiken.
- Hän puhuu niin kuin tietäisi kaiken.

He speaks as though he knew everything.

Ilman häntä en tietäisi, mitä tehdä.

Without him, I would be helpless.

Hän puhuu ikään kuin hän tietäisi salaisuuden.

He talks as if he knew the secret.

Jos tyttö tietäisi osoitteesi, hän kirjoittaisi sinulle.

If she knew your address, she would write to you.

Jos veljeni olisi täällä, hän tietäisi mitä tehdä.

If my brother were here, he would know what to do.

Jos hän tietäisi totuuden, hän sanoisi sen meille.

If he knew the truth, he would tell us.

Tuomon vaimo jättäisi hänet varmasti jos tietäisi totuuden.

Tom's wife would probably leave him if she knew the truth.

Jos olisin sinun asemassasi, en todennäköisesti tietäisi mitä tehdä.

- Were I in your position, I shouldn't know what to do.
- If I were in your position, I probably wouldn't know what to do.

- Etkö tiedä missä Tom on?
- Et tietäisi missä Tom on?

Do you know where Tom is?

- Kukaan ei tiedä totuutta.
- Ei ole ketään sellaista, joka tietäisi totuuden.

Nobody knows the truth.

Temperamenttia löytyy! Häntä voisi luulla italialaiseksi, ellen tietäisi, että hän on norjalainen.

What a temperament! If I didn't know he was Norwegian, I would think he was Italian.

- Satutko tietämään kuinka paljon kello on?
- Et sattumalta tietäisi miten paljon kello on?

Do you happen to know what time it is?

- Tom on kuin ei tietäisi minun olevan olemassa.
- Tom ei tiedä, että olen olemassa.

- Tom doesn't know I exist.
- Tom doesn't know that I exist.

- Osaatko kertoa meille Tuomosta jotain sellaista, jota emme jo tietäisi?
- Osaatko kertoa meille Tuomosta jotain sellaista, jota emme jo tiedä?

Is there anything you can tell us about Tom that we don't already know?

Nykyhetken Yhdysvalloissa ei ole lainkaan puolueetonta lehdistöä. Te tiedätte sen ja minä tiedän sen. Kukaan teistä ei uskalla kirjoittaa rehellisiä mielipiteitään, ja jos uskaltaisi, tietäisi hän jo etukäteen, ettei niitä koskaan julkaistaisi. Joka viikko minulle maksetaan siitä, että pidän rehelliset mielipiteeni poissa sanomalehdestä, johon kirjoitan. Teille muille maksetaan vastaavia palkkoja vastaavista syistä, ja jos joku typeryyttään kirjoittaisi rehellisiä mielipiteitään, olisi hän kadulla muita töitä etsimässä. Jos sallisin rehellisten mielipiteideni näkyä yhdessäkin lehteni numerossa, olisi urani tuhottu ennen kuin kaksikymmentäneljä tuntia olisi kulunut. Toimittajan työnä on tuhota totuus, valehdella häpeämättömästi, vääristää, panetella, nöyristellä mammonan edessä ja myydä maansa ja lajinsa jokapäiväisen leipänsä eteen. Te tiedätte sen ja minä tiedän sen; mitä typeryyttä onkaan juhlistaa riippumatonta lehdistöä? Me olemme sätkynukkeja, jotka tanssivat heidän ohjeidensa mukaan. Kykymme, mahdollisuutemme ja elämämme ovat toisten miesten omaisuutta. Huoraamme älyämme.

- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.

Tämän hetken Amerikassa ei ole lainkaan puolueetonta lehdistöä. Te tiedätte sen ja minä tiedän sen. Kukaan teistä ei uskalla kirjoittaa rehellisiä mielipiteitään, ja jos uskaltaisi, tietäisi hän jo etukäteen, ettei niitä koskaan julkaistaisi. Joka viikko minulle maksetaan siitä, että pidän rehelliset mielipiteeni poissa sanomalehdestä, johon kirjoitan. Teille muille maksetaan vastaavia palkkoja vastaavista syistä, ja jos joku typeryyttään kirjoittaisi rehellisiä mielipiteitään, olisi hän kadulla muita töitä etsimässä. Jos sallisin rehellisten mielipiteideni näkyä yhdessäkin lehteni numerossa, olisi urani tuhottu ennen kuin kaksikymmentäneljä tuntia olisi kulunut. Toimittajan työnä on tuhota totuus, valehdella häpeämättömästi, vääristää, panetella, nöyristellä mammonan edessä ja myydä maansa ja lajinsa jokapäiväisen leipänsä eteen. Te tiedätte sen ja minä tiedän sen; mitä typeryyttä onkaan juhlistaa riippumatonta lehdistöä? Me olemme sätkynukkeja, jotka tanssivat heidän ohjeidensa mukaan. Kykymme, mahdollisuutemme ja elämämme ovat toisten miesten omaisuutta. Huoraamme älyämme.

- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in the United States, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.

Nykytilassa Amerikan yhdysvalloissa ei ole lainkaan puolueetonta lehdistöä. Te tiedätte sen ja minä tiedän sen. Kukaan teistä ei uskalla kirjoittaa rehellisiä mielipiteitään, ja jos uskaltaisi, tietäisi hän jo etukäteen, ettei niitä koskaan julkaistaisi. Joka viikko minulle maksetaan siitä, että pidän rehelliset mielipiteeni poissa sanomalehdestä, johon kirjoitan. Teille muille maksetaan vastaavia palkkoja vastaavista syistä, ja jos joku typeryyttään kirjoittaisi rehellisiä mielipiteitään, olisi hän kadulla muita töitä etsimässä. Jos sallisin rehellisten mielipiteideni näkyä yhdessäkin lehteni numerossa, olisi urani tuhottu ennen kuin kaksikymmentäneljä tuntia olisi kulunut. Toimittajan työnä on tuhota totuus, valehdella häpeämättömästi, vääristää, panetella, nöyristellä mammonan edessä ja myydä maansa ja lajinsa jokapäiväisen leipänsä eteen. Te tiedätte sen ja minä tiedän sen; mitä typeryyttä onkaan juhlistaa riippumatonta lehdistöä? Me olemme sätkynukkeja, jotka tanssivat heidän ohjeidensa mukaan. Kykymme, mahdollisuutemme ja elämämme ovat toisten miesten omaisuutta. Huoraamme älyämme.

- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.
- There is no such thing, at this stage of the world’s history in The United States of America, as an independent press. You know it and I know it. There is not one of you who dare write your honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest opinions out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one issue of my papers, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone. The business of the journalist is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of Mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press? We are the jumping jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes.