Dos Monedas - Ramón Ayala

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

I am the most unfortunate in the world

And the fault lies with this vice

He left me the woman I had now I also lose my son

He never knew what a father was

because I was always drunk

He begging on the street for alms

For me to keep drinking

One night it rained until winter

The poor man came to where I was

And he told me sorry papasito

Now they didn't give me anything

I'm hungry and also very cold

Please don't tell me anything today

But I'm blind with so much anger

I beat him almost to death

And I told him you're going to the street

I no longer intend to continue holding you

You no longer have a house or a father if you don't bring

to keep taking

The poor man came out shivering with cold

And crying for what I told him

While I'm in the house brutalized

You know I cursed it so much

Alcohol and sleep overcame me

I woke up almost dawn

When you open the door of the house

I didn't believe what I was seeing

There was my son lying

He had died of hunger and cold

In his hand I found two coins

That he brought me to buy more wine

And I briago didn't hear that I was playing

And so the poor man died in oblivion

Because I was drunk I lost my son

And to my wife that I adored so much

I want to ask the parents

That they do no harm to their children

Maybe God sent me this punishment

For throwing me into the path of vice