There she is, with her mother’s eyes, and her mother’s face and her mother’s hair.

It’s like I’ve travelled back in time, just in this moment...

Her mother never sang though, her talent seems to be mine... Thank God... if there is one thing worthwhile to be passed on from this worthless father... it’s this talent, my singing talent...Yes, my pride... My only gift...

BUT...
Is it even okay... to call myself a father... now after all this time. She is already a fine young woman... and...

NOW! I’VE COME TO SEE HER... NOW!

After all this time... she doesn’t even need me... look at her, so pretty...so...good...

So young and already a star of this show... she’s way better than this old man... I didn’t even stand on stage till in my thirties...

She's... better... without me...

Ahh... she’s better without me... she’s much better without me. Have your drink and go home already, she doesn’t need you. Old are but a burden to the young... Specially those who weren’t even around to raise her up... Go home... go home and die old man... go home...go...home... but ...

But...

BUT...

Still... let me hear her for a bit longer... Just a little longer...
I’m staying for just a bit longer... such a nice voice she has... such a nice voice...