Por Dos Pesos Con Cincuenta

For two pesos fifty cents
My brother aged
From morning to night
He worked in pieces
His hands filled with calluses
The spoon he held
To build the house
That the other one built

And he couldn't make the room
For the child that was born
In the midst of so much trouble
He made a place for love
And impregnated Maria
Because she asked him to
I still feel poor very poor
A child is God's grace

In the end they told her
That the redeemer was poor
That he filled the world with light
Which man darkened
For two pesos fifty cents
My brother gave himself away
No one raised the bid
A matter of little value

A poor man is worth nothing
Who was only born to be a laborer
For two pesos fifty cents
My brother aged

He bears a mark on his forehead
Society marked him
And there he goes without asking for anything
He never entered a church
But he thinks in his ignorance
Surely God is there
The one who sees everything
But who never saw him

And he thinks they ask for so much
Why bother him
I just want a job
For my son's education
Clothes for Maria
And a little bit of hope
He doesn't want to lose the little
Hope he has left

Now old and tired
The shovel wore out
And in his darkest night
Without knowing how to pray, he prayed
For two pesos fifty cents
My brother aged
If work dignifies
It didn't dignify him

He came into the world to be poor
And his poor life he gave
For two pesos fifty cents
Damn it