Dos Monedas [English translation]

I'm the unhappiest one in the world

And this vice is to blame

The wife I had, left me

Now I'm also losing my son

He never knew what a real father was

Because I was drunk all the time

While he was begging in the streets

So that I could continue drinking

One night, it pelted down

The poor boy came to where I was

And said "I'm sorry daddy

Today I couldn't get any money,

I'm really hungry and really cold

Please don't scold me today"

But I, blind with rage,

Beat him until I nearly killed him

And I said to him "You are going back to the street

I don't plan on keep putting up with you

You no longer have neither a home nor a father

Unless you bring back money so I could keep on drinking"

The poor bow went out, shivering with cold

And crying because of what I had just told him

While I stayed at home, narcotized

Only God knows how much I cursed him

Alcohol and drowsiness took over me

I woke up almost by dawn

And when I opened the house's main door

I couldn't believe what I was seeing

There was my son, lying down

He died of starvation and cold

In his hand I found two coins

He brought them to buy more liquor

But since I was drunk I couldn't hear him knocking

And like that, the poor boy died into oblivion

Because I was a drunkard, I lost my son

And the wife I loved so much

That's why I want to ask to all parents

Not to hurt their sons in any way

Maybe God gave me this punishment

Because I threw myself into the path of vice

• Artist:Ramón Ayala