Molina:
Am I dying mama?
Mother:
Hooo! Listen to him! A good son doesn't die before his mother.
You are going to see me off, thank you very much, and I am going
to be waiting for you with a good warm shawl.
Molina:
I'm so sick, Mama!
Mother:
A good son sees his poor old mother through her old age; he doesn't
leave her for a tummy ache!
Molina:
You're not old...You're still beautiful.
Mother:
I bet you say that to all the girls!
Molina:
There are no girls, Mama... I have brought you such shame!
Mother:
No Luis, only if you did something cruel, or uncaring...
You could never shame me
There, I've told you so
Many things confuse me
But this I know
Let the neighbors gossip
At the mention of your name
You have never brought me shame
I know some mamas have roughnecks
Who never bring them joy
Thank God, you're not that kind of boy!
I know that you're different
I don't really care
I would never change a hair
You like this Valentin, don't you?
Molina:
To him, I'm a silly window dresser.
That's all I am to everyone but you!
Mother:
Hoo! What nonsense!
Some other mamas have children
Whose secrets hurt them so
But you have no secrets, I already know
And...you could never shame me
Let me say out loud
I've a son, a loving son,
Who makes me proud...
