Dos Moneda

I am the most unhinged
In the world and the fault of
This vice
I left the woman I had
Now I also lose my son
He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drinking
He asking for lemonade in the street
So that I could keep drinking

One rainy winter night
The poor man arrived where I was
And he said sorry daddy
Now they really didn't give me anything
I'm hungry and also very cold
Please don't say anything today
But I, blinded by so much anger, hit him until
Almost killing him and I said you go to the street
I'm not going to keep putting up with you
If you don't bring money to keep drinking
The poor man left trembling with cold and crying
For what I told him
While I, at home, brutish, God knows
How much I cursed him
Alcohol and vice defeated me
I woke up almost at dawn
And when I opened the door of the house
I couldn't believe what I was seeing
There was my son lying there
Dead from hunger and cold
In his hand he had two coins
That he brought me to buy more wine and I, drunk
Didn't realize what was happening and so the poor man died forgotten

Because of being drunk I lost my son and my wife
Whom I adored so much I want to ask parents
Not to harm their children maybe God
Sent me this punishment for throwing myself into the bonds of vice.