El Gran Varón (simón)

In the hospital room
at 9:43 Simon was born
it's the summer of '76
the pride of Don Andres
for being a man.

He was raised like the others
with a firm hand with serenity
he never spoke.
When you grow up you will study,
just like your dad
listen well,
you will have to be a great man.

Simon went abroad
far from home he forgot
that sermon
he changed the way he walked,
he wore a skirt, lipstick
and a big purse.

People say that one day his dad
came to visit him without warning,
what a mistake
and a woman spoke to him as she passed by
she said,
Hello, how are you dad?
You don't know me,
I am Simon
Simon your son,
The great man.

You can't correct
nature
a tree that grows bent,
never straightens its trunk.

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

You can't correct
nature
a tree that grows bent,
never straightens its trunk.

Don't complain, Andres
Don't complain about anything
if lemons fall from the sky,
learn to make lemonade.

You can't correct
nature
a tree that grows 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
Andres was furious.

You can't correct
nature
a tree that grows bent,
never straightens its trunk.

Compassion is needed
enough with the moral
and whoever is free of sin,
let them cast the first stone.

You can't correct
nature
a tree that grows bent,
never straightens its trunk.

He who never forgives
has the certain destiny
to live with bitter memories
in his own winter.

You can't correct
nature
a tree that grows bent,
never straightens its trunk.

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.
That summer of '96
the patient in bed 10
no one cried
Simon, Simon
Simon.