El Gran Varón
Willie Colón
The Great Man
In a hospital room
At 9:43 Simon was born
It's the summer of '63
Don Andrés's pride
For being a man
He was raised like the others
With a firm hand and serenity
Never gave an opinion
When you grow up you will study, the same thing as your dad
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 Pope came to visit him
Without warning, what a mistake
And a woman speaks to him as he passes by
He said to him: 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 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
I abandon it forever
You can't correct nature
A tree that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
And don't complain, Andrés
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 '83
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 hell
Oh lelele, oh lelele
