Julio Preciado y Su Banda Perla del Pacífico — Las Dos Monedas song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Las Dos Monedas" by Julio Preciado y Su Banda Perla del Pacífico.
Lyrics
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
Lyrics translation
I'm the most miserable in the world
And this vice is to blame
I left the woman I had now I also lose my son
He never knew what a father was
Because I was always drunk
The begging in the street alms
For me to keep taking
One night it rained till winter
The poor man came as far as I was
And he said Sorry, Daddy.
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 in so much anger
I beat him to death.
And I said You're going to the street
I don't think I can take you anymore.
You don't have a home or a father anymore if you don't bring
To continue taking
The poor man came out trembling with cold
And crying for what I said
While I in the House embittered
I cursed him so much.
Alcohol and Dream beat me
Wake up almost at 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 betrayed me to buy more wine
And I briago didn't hear him play
And so the poor man died in oblivion
I lost my son because I was drunk.
And my wife who I loved so much
I want to ask the parents
Let them not harm their children
Maybe God sent me this punishment
For throwing me on the path of Vice