-Dad, why is mom crying?
Her eyes are full of tears, a while ago she was smiling
-Son, I think she slipped on the floor,
she might have gotten a bruise, but it will go away
-Dad, the floor isn't wet
I think you've beaten her
Now I'm gonna yell at you
-No son, I didn't hit your mother.
-Of course you hit her
That's what you always do
When you've had a few too many to drink.
But when I grow up
You will also hit me
-Son, don't say that to me
You're making me suffer
-The one who suffers is (my) mom
for the way you treat her,
if you keep beating her
we're going to leave you.
-Don't tell me those things
You're breaking my heart,
It's not possible that I lose you (both)
because of this damned alcohol.
Forgive me... I'm sorry.
And you too, my wife.
But when I grow up
You will also hit me
-Son, don't say that to me
You're making me suffer
-The one who suffers is (my) mom
for the way you treat her,
if you keep beating her
we're going to leave you.
-Don't tell me those things
You're breaking my heart,
It's not possible that I lose you (both)
because of this damned alcohol.
I promise you that things
from now on will change
and this damned habit,
just because I love you,
I swear I will leave it behind.
Forgive me.