Tell me about my mother!
As a faithful messenger I bring you this letter from her.
A letter!
And then some money to help you out with your pay.
And then...
And then?
And then... Really I don't dare!
And then there's another thing which is worth more than money
and which will surely be beyond price to a loving son.
What is this other thing?
- Tell me! - Yes, I shall tell you.
What she gave me
I shall give you.
We were leaving the church together, your mother and I,
when she said as she embraced me:
"You must go to the city;"
"it's not far, and when you get to Seville"
"you must go and see my son, my José, my child!"
"Tell him that his mother dreams of him night and day while he's away,"
"that she's full of sorrow and hope,"
"that she forgives him"
"and that she waits for him."
"All this, my sweet,"
"you must tell him from me."
"And you must give him from me this kiss"
"which now I give you."
- A kiss from my mother! - A kiss for her son!
José, I bring you that kiss as I promised.
I can see my mother! Yes, I see my village again!
Oh, memories of times past! Sweet memories of home!
He sees his mother again! He sees his village again!
Oh, memories of times past! Memories of home!
You fill his heart with strength and courage.
O beloved memories! I can see my mother.
- I see my village again! - He sees his village again!