I wish that I had known in that first minute we met, the unpayable debt that I owed you. Because you’d been abused by the bone that refused you, and you hired me to make up for that. Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms, those singing morphine alarms out of tune kept you sleeping and even, and I didn’t believe them when they called you a hurricane thunderclap.
When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile. You didn’t talk for awhile, you were freezing. You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone, and so you told me I ought to be leaving. But something kept me standing by that hospital bed, I should have quit, but instead I took care of you. You made me sleep and uneven, and I didn’t believe them when they told me that there was no saving you.
Если бы я знал в первую минуту нашего знакомства
О том неоплаченном долге, по которому я стал тебе обязан?
Потому что твои кости отказались тебя принимать,
И ты наняла меня, чтобы я избавил тебя от всего этого*.
Зайдя в ту комнату, когда у тебя были трубки в руках,
Которые нескладно пели о морфине,
Я застал тебя сонной и спокойной и не поверил,
Когда тебя назвали ураганом, раскатом грома.
Во время осмотра я попытался заставить тебя улыбнуться,
Но ты молчала, ты была в оцепенении.
Ты сказала, что ненавидишь мой тон, потому что он делает тебя такой одинокой,
Поэтому мне лучше тебя оставить.
Но что-то держало меня у этой больничной постели,
Я должен был уйти, но вместо этого я заботился о тебе.
Ты сделала меня сонным и неуравновешенным, но я не поверил,
Когда мне сказали, что тебя уже не спасти.
* - Кеттеринг – сокр. от «Мемориальный Раковый Центр Слоун-Кеттеринг» - НИИ онкологии и госпиталь для онкологических больных в Нью-Джерси, США. Песня посвящена девушке, страдающей от рака кости.
** - дословно: чтобы я всё исправил I wish that I had known in that first minute we met, the unpayable debt that I owed you. Because you'd been abused by the bone that refused you, and you hired me to make up for that. Walking in that room when you had tubes in your arms, those singing morphine alarms out of tune kept you sleeping and even, and I did not believe them when they called you a hurricane thunderclap.
When I was checking vitals I suggested a smile. You did not talk for awhile, you were freezing. You said you hated my tone, it made you feel so alone, and so you told me I ought to be leaving. But something kept me standing by that hospital bed, I should have quit, but instead I took care of you. You made me sleep and uneven, and I did not believe them when they told me that there was no saving you.
If I knew the first moment we met,
About unpaid debts, which I began to owe you?
Because your bones you have refused to accept,
And you hired me, so I delivered you out of all this. *
Going into the room, when you were in the hands of the tube,
That awkward singing of morphine,
I caught you sleepy and relaxed and did not believe,
When you call a hurricane, thunder.
During the inspection, I tried to make you smile,
But you are silent, you've been in a daze.
You said you hated my tone, because it makes you look so lonely,
So I'd better leave you.
But something kept me from this hospital bed,
I had to leave, but instead, I care about you.
You made me sleepy and unbalanced, but I do not believe,
When I was told that you can not be saved.
* - Kettering - short. from the "Cancer Center Memorial Sloan-Kettering" - Institute of Oncology and the hospital for cancer patients in New Jersey, USA. The song is dedicated to a girl suffering from bone cancer.
** - Literally: I have to fix it | |
