You Could Never Shame Me

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...