Lyrics and translation Los Bravos del Norte de Ramon Ayala - Dos Monedas

Dos Monedas

Soy el mas desdichado del mundo
Y la culpa la tiene este vicio
Me dejo la mujer que tenia ahora pierdo tambien a mi hijo
El jamas supo lo que era un padre
Por que yo andaba siempre borracho
El pidiendo en la calle limosna
Para que yo siguera tomando
Una noche llovio hasta el invierno
Llego el pobre hasta donde yo estaba
Y me dijo perdon papasito
ahora si que no me dieron nada
Tengo hambre y tambien mucho frio
Por favor hoy no me digas nada
Pero yo ciego de tanta ira
Le golpie hasta casi matarlo
Y le dije te vas a la calle
Ya no pienso seguirte aguantando
ya no tienes ni casa ni padre si no traes
para seguir tomando
salio el pobre temblando de frio
y llorando por lo que le dije
mientras yo en la casa embrutecido
sabradios que tanto lo maldije
el alcohol y el sueo me vencieron
desperte casi ya amaneciendo
al abrir la puerta de la casa
no crei lo que yo estaba viendo
alli estaba mi hijo tirado
habia muerto de hambre y de frio
en su mano le halle dos monedas
que me traiba pa comprar mas vino
y yo briago no oi que tocaba
y asi el pobre murio en el olvido
por borracho perdi yo a mi hijo
y a mi esposa que tanto adoraba
yo le quiero pedir a los padres
que no le hagan un mal a sus hijos
tal vez dios me mando este castigo
por tirarme a la senda del vicio.
Ramon Ayala

Two Coins

I'm the most unfortunate man alive,
And this vice is to blame.
My wife left me, and now I lose my son too.
He never knew what a father was,
Because I was always drunk.
He begged for alms on the street,
Just so I could keep drinking.
One night it rained until winter,
The poor boy came to where I was,
And said, "Forgive me, daddy,
They didn't give me anything today."
I'm hungry and very cold too,
Please don't say anything to me today."
But I, blind with so much rage,
Beat him almost to death,
And told him, "Get out on the street,
I'm not going to put up with you anymore."
You don't have a home or a father if you don't bring
Money for me to keep drinking."
The poor boy went out shivering with cold,
And crying because of what I said.
While I, in the house, was brutalized,
God knows how much I cursed him.
Alcohol and sleep overcame me,
I woke up almost at dawn.
When I opened the door of the house,
I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
There was my son lying there,
He had died of hunger and cold.
In his hand I found two coins,
That he brought me to buy more wine.
And I, drunk, didn't hear him knocking,
And so the poor boy died forgotten.
Because of my drunkenness, I lost my son,
And my wife, whom I adored so much.
I want to ask parents,
Not to do any harm to their children.
Perhaps God sent me this punishment,
For throwing myself into the path of vice.
Ramon Ayala