| -Dad, why is my mom crying? | 
| she has tears in her eyes yes she was smiling a while ago | 
| -Son, I think she slipped on the floor, | 
| some bruise was made but she will get over it | 
| -Dad, the floor is not wet | 
| I think you have mistreated her | 
| I'm going to yell at you right now | 
| -No son, I didn't hit your mother. | 
| -Of course you hit him | 
| that's what you always do | 
| when you bring too many glasses | 
| but when i | 
| you hit me too | 
| -Son, don't tell me that | 
| you are making me suffer | 
| -The one who suffers is my mom | 
| for the treatment you give him, | 
| if you keep mistreating her | 
| we are going to abandon you | 
| -Do not tell me those things, | 
| you break my heart, | 
| it is not possible for me to lose them, | 
| for this damn alcohol. | 
| excuse me, excuse me | 
| and you too my wife. | 
| but when i | 
| you hit me too | 
| -Son, don't tell me that | 
| you are making me suffer | 
| -The one who suffers is my mom | 
| for the treatment you give him, | 
| if you keep mistreating her | 
| we are going to abandon you | 
| -Do not tell me those things, | 
| you break my heart, | 
| it is not possible for me to lose them, | 
| for this damn alcohol | 
| I promise you that things | 
| from today they will change | 
| and this one lived miserable | 
| nothing else because i love them | 
| I swear I'm going to leave it. | 
| forgive me |