Let Him Go
[Spoken:]
In a hospital bed on the outskirts of town
Lay an old gray man in a soiled white gown.
His hair was all wispy, his eyes were a blank.
His breath came in spurts from an oxygen tank.
The nurse hovered near, and so did the Reaper.
But which had the number to his private beeper?
Shall he lie there forever with a tube up his nose
And his peepee and poopoo slipping out through a hose?
Or shall he be released to float towards the light?
Like a wee, baby doveling or a really good kite.
Let him go! Let him go!
It's too late for healing.
Put an end to the pain
That we know he is feeling.
His life is his burden
His death is his right.
Let's send him off gently
Into that good night.
[Spoken:]
Goodnight.
Déjalo Ir
[Hablado:]
En una cama de hospital en las afueras de la ciudad
Yacía un anciano en una bata blanca sucia.
Su cabello era todo escaso, sus ojos estaban vacíos.
Su aliento llegaba a borbotones desde un tanque de oxígeno.
La enfermera rondaba cerca, al igual que el Recolector.
Pero ¿quién tenía el número de su buscapersonas privado?
¿Debería quedarse allí para siempre con un tubo en la nariz
Y su pipí y popó saliendo por una manguera?
¿O debería ser liberado para flotar hacia la luz?
Como un pequeño pichón o un papalote realmente bueno.
¡Déjalo ir! ¡Déjalo ir!
Es demasiado tarde para sanar.
Pon fin al dolor
Que sabemos que está sintiendo.
Su vida es su carga
Su muerte es su derecho.
Enviémoslo suavemente
Hacia esa buena noche.
[Hablado:]
Buenas noches.