Raise your forehead. |
don't hide your face
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Wipe away your tears, laugh
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Do not be ashamed, your face is clear;
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Why so much pain? Why such suffering?
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I already know that your lack will be for the world
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Scandal, laughter, pleasure and shame;
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But I am your brother, and being a judge I found myself
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According to the dictates that the heart gives
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The lack of giving birth to a child is not a fault:
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The law of bearing fruit is the law of the flower...
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Does not sin who offers the faith of affection
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Nor is it a crime to give oneself entrusted to love
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Wicked is the man who inflicts the offense;
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Infamous is the man who drinks and leaves
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And he leaves the flower in the fountain and does not think
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He does not even think that a being will be born
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Come closer, sister; |
don't cry, don't be afraid;
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The law of being a mother is a natural law;
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Mothers are goddesses with holy diadems
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They already comply with or violate the legal norm
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The married mother, the single mother...
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They are all the same: they are one, not two;
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The laws deny it, whoever wants to deny it
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they are all equal before God!
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Don't cry, sister... You see... I understand you
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I blame you for nothing, I give you my affection; |
I offer you my house, my arms, my fists;
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Of the son that you bring, which father I am already
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Fear not, sister; |
you will have my savings
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You will have everything that you see inside here...
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Your good sister-in-law gave me two puppies;
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I'll count, sister, I already have three |