Текст песни
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
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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.
If I knew the first minute of our acquaintance
About the unpaid debt for which I owed you?
Because your bones refused to accept you
And you hired me to spare you all this. *
Entering that room when you had pipes in your hands
Who clumsily sang about morphine
I found you sleepy and calm and did not believe
When you were called a hurricane, a clap of thunder.
During the inspection, I tried to make you smile,
But you were silent, you were in a daze.
You said you hate my tone because it makes you so alone
So I better leave you.
But something kept me by this hospital bed
I should have left, but instead I cared for you.
You made me sleepy and unstable, but I didn’t believe
When they told me that you can’t save you.
* - Kettering - abbr. from Sloan Kettering Memorial Cancer Center - Oncology Research Institute and Cancer Hospital in New Jersey, USA. The song is about a girl suffering from bone cancer.
** - literally: for me to fix everything
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