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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.

Two Coins

I am the unluckiest man in the world,
And all because of this vice,
The woman I had left me, and now I am losing my son as well.
He never knew what a father looked like,
Because I was always drunk.
He begged in the streets for alms,
So I could keep drinking.

One winter night it rained heavily,
The poor boy came to where I was,
And said, "Forgive me, Daddy,
This time they didn't give me anything.
I'm hungry and very cold.
Please don't tell me off today."

But I, blinded by anger,
Beat him until he was nearly dead.
And I told him, "Get out of here,
I'm not going to put up with you anymore.
You have no home and no father if you don't bring me any money
To keep drinking."

The poor boy left, trembling with cold,
And crying because of what I had said.
While I stayed at home, drunk and stupid,
God knows how much I cursed him.

Alcohol and sleep overpowered me,
I woke up when it was almost dawn.
When I opened the door of the house,
I couldn't believe my eyes.

My son was lying there,
He had died of hunger and cold.
In his hand I found two coins,
To buy me 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 loved so much.
I want to ask all fathers,
Not to hurt their children.
Perhaps God sent me this punishment,
For taking to the path of vice.