Hold your head high. Don't hide your face.
Wipe away your tears, start laughing.
Don't be ashamed, lighten your face;
Why so much pain? Why suffer so?
I already know that your fault will be to the world
scandal, laughter, pleasure and disgrace;
but I am your brother, and in being a judge I am grounded
in accordance with the dictates of the heart.
The offence of giving birth to a child is not the offence:
the law of bearing fruit is the law of the flower...
Whoever offers the faith of affection does not sin
nor is it a crime to entrust yourself to love.
Wicked is the man who causes the offence;
infamous is the man who drinks and then leaves
and leaves the flower in the fountain and doesn't think,
doesn't even think that a being will be born.
Come closer sister; don't cry, don't fear;
the law of being a mother is a natural law;
mothers are goddesses with holy crowns,
whether they comply with or violate the legal norm.
The married mother, the single mother...
They are all the same: they are one, not two;
the laws deny it, whoever denies it,
They are all equal before God!
Don't cry, sister!... You see... I understand you.
I blame you for nothing, I give you my affection;
my house, my arms, my fists I offer you;
for the child that you carry whose father I already am.
Do not fear, sister; you will have my savings,
you will have everything that you see in here...
Your good sister-in-law gave me two puppies;
Reckon, sister, that I now have three.