Examples of using "Chamas" in a sentence and their english translations:
flames.
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
- What are you called?
- What does one call you?
Fan those flames.
- The house was in flames.
- The house was ablaze.
The building burst into flames.
- The building is on fire.
- The building's on fire.
The apartment is in flames.
Several buildings were on fire.
The airship burst into flames.
The house is on fire!
- The house is on fire.
- The house is burning.
The ship went up in flames.
they believed you were living on the fire
The firemen quickly extinguished the blaze.
- The hotel was burned down.
- The hotel burned down.
The city was all aflame.
The volcano vomited lava and flames.
There were flames everywhere.
The sailors abandoned the burning ship.
The firefighters were trapped between the flames.
The firefighters are trying to put out the flames.
The flames spread quickly across the floor.
Part of the town was destroyed by the fires.
Our house's roof is on fire!
Your garbage can is on fire.
The burning building was about to collapse.
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
- What's her name?
- What's his name?
- What is your name?
- What is his name?
- What's its name?
- What's your name?
Mary's house was devoured by the flames.
The firemen rushed into the burning house.
The bus burst into flames.
But also there's something magical about looking at the flames.
- The house is on fire.
- The house is on fire!
- The house is burning.
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
They had to call the firefighters to put out the flames.
- The barn's on fire.
- The barn is on fire!
- The barn's on fire.
- The barn is on fire!
We heard the explosion and saw the house burst into flames.
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
- What are you called?
She wouldn't even piss on me if I were on fire.
You call it thirst for adventure, and I call it irresponsibility.
That soldier knows how to use flamethrowers and grenade launchers perfectly.
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
- What are you called?
- What do we call you?
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
He rushed up through the blinding smoke and hissing flames, till he reached the children.
Flames from the rapidly spreading fire now licked against the neighbouring house.
Your garbage can is on fire.
Tom's car is on fire.
Miraculously, all the passengers managed to leave the blazing plane in less than three minutes.
The child was rescued from a burning house.
The fire is smoldering.
Music should strike fire from the heart of man, and bring tears from the eyes of woman.
Then, amid the lurid light, / I see Troy sinking in the flames around, / and mighty Neptune's walls laid level with the ground.
It was taken in the heart of burned-out Berlin after Russians captured the city and the Nazis
Tom did everything within his power to save the children that were trapped in the burning building.
Tom died in the fire because he went back into the burning house to get his game console.
He spake, and nearer through the city came / the roar, the crackle and the fiery glow / of conflagration, rolling floods of flame.
Down from the citadel I haste below, / through foe, through fire, the goddes for my guide. / Harmless the darts give way, the sloping flames divide.
First from a flint a spark Achates drew, / and lit the leaves and dry wood heaped with care / and set the fuel flaming, as he blew.
Once more, within a cavern screened from view, / where circling trees a rustling shade supply, / the boards are spread, the altars blaze anew.
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
- What are you called?
I look around for comrades; none are near. / Some o'er the battlements leapt headlong, some / sank fainting in the flames; the final hour was come.
And all Mount Sinai was on a smoke: because the Lord was come down upon it in fire, and the smoke arose from it as out of a furnace: and all the mount was terrible.
"But Capys and the rest, of sounder mind, / urge us to tumble in the rolling tide / the doubtful gift, for treachery designed, / or burn with fire, or pierce the hollow side, / and probe the caverns where the Danaans hide."
- What is your name?
- What's your name?
So spake the son of Othrys, and forthright, / my spirit stirred with impulse from on high, / I rush to arms amid the flames and fight, / where yells the war-fiend and the warrior's cry, / mixt with the din of strife, mounts upward to the sky.
- "She herself hurled the swift lightning bolt of Jupiter from the clouds, scattered the boats, and overturned the seas with the winds; she snatched him in a whirlwind while he was breathing out flames from his pierced chest, and impaled him on a sharp rock."
- "She, hurling Jove's winged lightning, stirred the deep / and strewed the ships. Him, from his riven breast / the flames outgasping, with a whirlwind's sweep / she caught and fixed upon a rock's sharp crest."
Then, tired of toiling, from the ships they bear / the sea-spoiled corn, and Ceres' tools prepare, / and 'twixt the millstones grind the rescued grain / and roast the pounded morsels for their fare.
There, torn from many a burning temple, lay / Troy's wealth; the tripods of the Gods were there, / piled in huge heaps, and raiment snatched away, / and golden bowls, and dames with streaming hair / and tender boys stand round, and tremble with despair.
To such vain quest he cared not to reply, / but, heaving from his breast a deep-drawn sigh, / "Fly, Goddess-born! and get thee from the fire! / The foes", he said, "are on the ramparts. Fly! / All Troy is tumbling from her topmost spire. / No more can Priam's land, nor Priam's self require."
Witness, ye ashes of our comrades dear, / ye flames of Troy, that in your hour of woe / nor darts I shunned, nor shock of Danaan spear. / If Fate my life had called me to forego, / this hand had earned it, forfeit to the foe.
Sighing, he replies "'Tis here, / the final end of all the Dardan power, / the last, sad day has come, the inevitable hour. / Troy was, and we were Trojans, now, alas! / no more, for perished is the Dardan fame. / Fierce Jove to Argos biddeth all to pass, / and Danaans rule a city wrapt in flame."
"Not so; though glory wait not on the act; / though poor the praise, and barren be the gain, / vengeance on feeble woman to exact, / yet praised hereafter shall his name remain, / who purges earth of such a monstrous stain. / Sweet is the passion of vindictive joy, / sweet is the punishment, where just the pain, / sweet the fierce ardour of revenge to cloy, / and slake with Dardan blood the funeral flames of Troy."
"I, torn from burning Troy o'er many a wave, / endured the lust of Pyrrhus and his pride, / and knew a mother's travail as his slave. / Fired with Hermione, a Spartan bride, / me, joined in bed and bondage, he allied / to Helenus."
So when the bold and compact band I see, / "Brave hearts", I cry, "but brave, alas! in vain; / if firm your purpose holds to follow me / who dare the worst, our present plight is plain. / Troy's guardian gods have left her; altar, fane, / all is deserted, every temple bare. / The town ye aid is burning. Forward, then, / to die and mingle in the tumult's blare."