Текст и перевод песни Ramon Ayala y Sus Bravos Del Norte - 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 miserable man in the world
And I blame it all on this vice
I lost the woman I had and now I'm also losing my son
He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk
Asking for change in the streets
So I could keep drinking

One night it rained all winter long
The poor boy came to where I was
And said, "Forgive me, Daddy
Today they didn't give me anything
I'm hungry and I'm freezing
Please don't scold me today

But, blinded by rage
I beat him until he was almost dead
And I said, "Get out of here
I'm not going to put up with you anymore
Now you have neither a home nor a father since you don't bring
Money for me to keep drinking

The poor boy left, trembling with cold
And crying over what I had said
While at home, I sat, overcome with guilt
God knows how much I cursed him

Alcohol and sleep overcame me
I woke up almost at dawn
When I opened the door
I couldn't believe my eyes

There lay my son
He had died of hunger and cold
In his hand I found two coins
That he had brought to buy me more wine
And drunk as I was, I didn't hear him knock
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 parents
Not to harm their children
Perhaps God sent me this punishment
For having chosen the path of vice.