El Gran Varón

In the hospital room
At 9:43, Simon was born
It's the summer of '56
Don Andres' pride for having a son

He was raised like the others
With a firm hand, with severity
He never expressed an opinion
When you grow up, you'll study
The same thing as your dad
Listen well
You'll have to be a great man

Simon went abroad
Far from home, he forgot that sermon
Changed the way he walked
Wore a skirt, lipstick, and a big purse

People say that one day, his dad
Visited him without warning, what a mistake!
A woman spoke to him as she passed by
She said: Hello, how are you, dad? How's it going?
You don't know me, I'm Simon
Simon, your son, the great man

You can't correct nature
A tree that's born bent will never straighten its trunk

He let himself be influenced
By what people say
His father never spoke to him
He abandoned him forever

Don't complain, Andres
Don't complain about anything
If lemons fall from the sky
Learn to make lemonade

And as the years go by
The old man, giving in a little
Simon didn't even write to him anymore
Andres was furious

Finally, there was news
Of where his son was
Andres never forgot the day
Of that sad call

In the hospital room
From a strange illness, Simon died
It's the summer of '86
No one cried for the patient in bed 10

Simon, Simon
Simon

You can't correct nature
A tree that's born bent will never straighten its trunk

Have compassion
Enough with the moral
He who is without sin
Let him cast the first stone

You can't correct nature
A tree that's born bent will never straighten its trunk

He who never forgives
Has a certain destiny
To live with bitter memories
In his own hell

You can't correct nature
A tree that's born bent will never straighten its trunk