Translation of the song lyrics Dos Monedas - Ramón Ayala

Dos Monedas (original)

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

Dos Monedas (translation)

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