Текст и перевод песни 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
Porque yo andaba siempre borracho
El pidiendo en la calle limosna
Para que yo siguiera tomando

Una noche lluviosa de invierno
Llego el pobre hasta donde yo estaba
Y me dijo, perdon papacito 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,
Lo golpee 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.

El alcohol y el sueño me vencieron
Despierto casi amaneciendo
Al abrir la puerta de la casa
No crei lo que yo estaba viendo

Ahi estaba mi hijo tirado,
Habia muerto de hambre y de frio
En su mano le halle dos monedas
Que 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 decir 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 the fault is with this addiction
I lost the woman I had
Now I am also losing my son

He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk
He begged in the street for money
So I could keep drinking

One rainy winter night
The poor thing came to where I was
And he said, forgive me daddy, this time they didn't give me anything
I'm hungry and also very cold
Please don't say anything to me today

But I was blind with rage
I beat him till I almost killed him and said
You are going out into the street, I am no longer going to put up with you
You no longer have a home or a father
If you don't bring me more to drink

The 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 my son lay
He had died of hunger and cold
In his hand I found two coins
He was bringing to buy more wine
And drunk as I was, I didn't hear him knocking
And so the poor boy died, forgotten

Through drink I lost my son
And my wife, whom I adored so much
To you parents I say
Do not harm your children
Perhaps God sent me this punishment
For starting down the path of addiction