Текст и перевод песни Gabriel Raymon - 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.

Two Coins

I am the most unfortunate person in the world
And this vice is to blame
The woman I had left me, and now I am losing my son as well
He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk
He begged in the streets for alms
So that I could keep drinking

One cold and rainy night
The poor boy came to me
And said, "Forgive me, Daddy,
But this time, they didn't give me anything
I am hungry and cold
Please don't scold me today"

But blind with rage
I beat him till he was almost dead
And said, "Get out of my sight
I have finally had enough of you
You have no home or father if you don't bring me
Money to keep drinking"

The poor boy left, shivering from the cold
And crying because of what I said
While I stayed home, drunk and miserable
Heaven knows how much I cursed him

Alcohol and sleep finally got the better of me
I woke up when dawn was breaking
As I opened the door of my house
I could not believe my eyes

There was my son, lying there dead
He had died from hunger and cold
In his hand, I found two coins
He had been trying to buy more wine for me
But I was too drunk to hear him knocking
And thus did the poor boy die, forgotten and alone

I lost my son to drink
And my wife, whom I loved so much
I want to beg parents
To not harm their children
Perhaps God has given me this punishment
For allowing myself to be overcome by vice.