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 in the world
And the fault lies with this vice
The woman I had left me, now I also lose my son
He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk
He begged for alms on the street
So that I could keep drinking
One night it rained until winter
The poor man arrived where I was
And he said to me, forgive me daddy
Now they really didn't give me anything
I'm hungry and also very cold
Please don't say anything today
But I, blinded by so much anger
I hit him almost to death
And I told him to go to the street
I won't tolerate you anymore
You don't even have a home or a father if you don't bring
to keep drinking
The poor man left trembling with cold
and crying for what I said to him
while I, at home, brutish
knowing that I cursed him so much
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 was my son lying there
He had died of hunger and cold
In his hand I found two coins
that he brought me to buy more wine
and I, drunk, didn't hear him knocking
and so the poor man died forgotten
Because of being drunk, I lost my son
and my wife whom I adored so much
I want to ask parents
not to harm their children
Maybe God sent me this punishment
for throwing myself into the path of vice.