I am the most miserable in the world
And the fault has this vice
I left the woman that I had now I also lose my son
He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk
The begging on the street alms
For me to keep taking
One night it rained until winter
The poor man arrived to where I was
And he said sorry, little daddy
now if they did not give me anything
I'm hungry and also very cold
Please do not tell me anything today
But I blind from so much anger
I knocked him almost to death
And I said, you go to the street
I do not think I'll keep holding you
you no longer have a house or a father if you do not bring
to continue taking
the poor man came trembling from the cold
and crying because of what I said
while I in the brutish house
sabradios that so much I cursed him
alcohol and sleep beat me
woke up almost dawn
when opening the door of the house
I did not believe what I was seeing
There was my son thrown
I had died of hunger and cold
In your hand I find two coins
that brought me to buy more wine
and I did not hear that I played
and so the poor man died in oblivion
for drunk I lost my son
and my wife who loved so much
I want to ask parents
Do not hurt your children
maybe God sent me this punishment
for throwing myself into the path of vice
Only among all we can make this a better place :)