Simon

In a hospital room
At 9:43 Simon was born
It's the summer of '56
Don Andrés's pride
For being a man
He was raised like the others
With a firm hand, with severity
Never gave an opinion
When you grow up you will study, the same thing as your father
Listen carefully, you will have to be a great man

Simon went abroad
Far from home he forgot that sermon
She changed the way she walked, she wore a skirt, lipstick
And a big cardboard box
People say that one day the father went to visit him without warning, what a mistake
And a woman speaks to him as he passes by
He said to him, Hi, 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 is born bent, never straightens its trunk

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

He got carried away by what people say
His father never spoke to him
He abandoned him forever

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

And don't complain, Andre
Don't complain about anything
If lemons fall from the sky, learn to make lemonade

Andrew
Simon
Andrew
Simon

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

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

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

Finally there was news
Where your son was
Andrés never forgot the day
From that sad call

Oh lelelele, oh lelele, oh leleleee
Oh lelele, oh lelele, oh leleleeee

In a hospital room
From a strange disease
Simon died
It's the summer of '86
To the sick man in bed 10
Nobody cried
Simon, Simon
Simon

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

You have to have compassion
Enough of the moral
And he who is without sin, let him cast the first stone

You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

He who never forgives
Has a certain destiny
Of living bitter memories in his own winter

Oh lelele, oh lelele