Cantabile: Yes, that's right. Strength. You could stand, you could run, you could jump. No more vomiting up sour bile as expected, no more closing your eyes while writhing in pain. Isn't that right? You don't want an end like that, do you?
Кантабиле: Да, верно. Силы. Ты могла стоять, бегать, прыгать. Больше никакой рвоты с кислым привкусом, никаких слёз от боли. Ведь так? Ты ведь не хочешь такого конца?