Текст и перевод песни Akwid feat. Voces Del Rancho - La Novela (Dos Monedas) - Album Version (Edited)

La Novela (Dos Monedas) - Album Version (Edited)

Le tengo miedo a mi jefe
Deceando que nunca regrese
Esperando los dias pa' que nos deje
Esto es ser encarcelado
Para evitar una chinga me quedo callado
Yo y mis hermanos estamos pintados
Caminando de puntitas amenzados
Aqui en esta casa no sirvo para nada
Y ami jefa yo no la miro enamorada.

Es testigo solo le brillan sus ojitos
Ella llora por como sufren sus morritos
Cuando nos ve en la casa se ve molesto
Pero que hicimos para merecernos esto
El creo su destino y nos impuso
Confundio la aficion con el abuso
Si no nos quiere porque no se larga
Y aver a quien mas la vida les amarga

Pero yo ciego de tanta íra
Le golpie hasta casi matarlo
Y le dije te vas a la calle
Ya no pienso seguirte aguantando

Por las noches ya no duermo
Y mis dias se hacen eternos
Con este drama a las dos de la mañana
Soy un chabalo y la neta tengo miedo
Mi jefe convierto el cantón en un infierno
Quien hiba a pensar que yo de chabalito
Cuzara por mi mente romperle el ocico
Nunca nos dio nada ni un pinshe abrazo
Nomas de recuerdo me dejo los chingadasos
Sus corajes desquitaba con mi madre
Noche tras noche trataba de pegarle
Cobardemente nos culpaba a nosotros
Estabamos morros unos pinches mocosos
En la mañana tengo escuela
Esta cabrón enfocarme porque el wey se me revela
Caminando yo me animo
Porque esta noche volvemos a los mismo.

Allí estaba mi hijo tirado
Habia muerto de hambre y de frio
En sus manos le haye dos monedas
Que me traiba pa comprar mas vino.

Todos los domingos tengo una idea
Para lo que mi jefa reza
Entre nosotros no lo hablamos
Pero el sentimiento es igual entre todos los hermanos
Y ni quien nos ayude la fe se esta acabando
En ves de ser responsable
Se esta emborrachando
No podemos seguir asi para siempre
Y esto tiene que acabar ultimamente

De lunes a domingo
Siempre es lo mismo tener que soportar
El mal del enemigo
Veo cosas raras buenas y malas
Me la paso en la calle pa evitar las batallas
Voy a jugar con mis amigos, con andariegos
Igual y esten pasando por lo mismo
Peroyo no les cuento nada igual y en la escuela
Se rian a carcajadas.

Por borracho perdi yo ami hijo
Y ami esposa que tanto adoraba
Yo les quiero pedir a los padres
Que no le hagan un mal a sus hijos.

The Novel (Two Coins) - Album Version (Edited)

I'm terrified of my boss
Hoping he'll never return
Longing for the days when he'll leave us
This is a prison
I keep my mouth shut to avoid a fight
My siblings and I are at our wits' end
Walking on eggshells, threatened
I'm useless in this house
And I have no love for my boss.

She looks away, her eyes filled with sorrow
She cries, witnessing our suffering
When she sees us around the house, she's annoyed
But what have we done to deserve this?
She created her own destiny and forced it upon us
Mistaking affection for abuse
If she doesn't want us, why doesn't she leave?
And see who else she can make miserable

But blinded by my rage
I hit him until he was almost dead
And I told him to get out
I'm not going to take it anymore

I can't sleep at night anymore
And my days are endless
With this drama at two in the morning
I'm just a kid, and I'm terrified
My boss has turned our home into hell
Who would have thought that I, as a child
Would ever think of breaking his face?
He never gave us anything, not even a hug
All he left me with were his beatings
He took out his anger on my mother
Night after night, he tried to hit her
He cowardly blamed us
We were just kids, little brats
I have school in the morning
It's hard to focus because he keeps haunting me
Walking down the street, I try to stay positive
Because tonight, we'll just go through the same thing again.

There lay my son, lifeless
He had died of hunger and cold
In his hands, I found two coins
To bring me back and buy more wine.

Every Sunday, I have a thought
For which my wife prays
We don't talk about it among ourselves
But the feeling is the same for all of us
And there's no one to help us, our faith is fading
Instead of being responsible
He's getting drunk
We can't go on like this forever
And this has to end, once and for all

From Monday to Sunday
It's always the same, having to endure
The evil of our enemy
I see strange things, good and bad
I spend my time on the streets, to avoid fights
I go out to play with my friends, with vagrants
Maybe they're going through the same thing
But I don't tell them anything, in school
They'll just laugh at me.

Because of my drunkenness, I lost my son
And my wife, whom I adored
I want to ask parents
To never hurt their children.