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Fue Varon (Willie Colon Presents Ruben Blades)

En la sala de un hospital
A las 9: 43 nacio Simón
Es el verano del '63
El orgullo de Don Andrés
Por ser varón
Fué criado como los demas
Con mano dura con serenidad
Nunca opinó
Cuando crescas vas a estudiar, la misma vaina que tu papa
Oyelo bien, tendras que ser gran un varón

Al extranjero se fué Simón
Lejos de casa se le olvidó aquel sermón
Cambió la forma de caminar, usaba falda, lapiz labial
Y un carterón
Cuenta la gente que un dia el papa fué a visitarlo
Sin avisar, vaya que error
Y una mujer le habla al pasar
Le dijo, Hola que tal papa
Como te va?
No me conoces, yo soy Simón
Simon tu hijo, El gran Varón

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

Se dejo llevar, por lo que dice la gente
Su padre jamas le hablo
Lo abandono para siempre.

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

Y no te quejes andre
No te quejes por nada
Si del cielo te cae limones aprende hacer limonada

Andrés
Simón
Andrés
Simón

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

Y mientras pasan los años
El viejo sediendo un poco
Simón ya ni le escribia
Andrés estaba furioso

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

Por fin hubo noticias
De donde su hijo estaba
Andrés nunca olvido el dia
De esa triste llamada

Ay lelelele, ay lelele, ay leleleee,
Ay lelele, ay lelele, ay leleleeee

En la sala de un Hospital
De una extraña enfermedad
Murió Simón.
Es el verano del 93
Al enfermo de la cama 10
Nadie lloró
Simón, Simoooon
Simooon...

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

Ay que tener compacion
Basta de moraleja
Y el que este libre de pecado, el que tire la primera piedra

No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo que nace dobla'o, jamas su tronco endereza

El que nunca perdona
Tiene el destino cierto
De vivir amargos recuerdos en su propio invierno

Ay lelele, ay lelele

He Was a Man (Willie Colon Presents Ruben Blades)

In a hospital room
At 9:43 Simon was born
It's the summer of '63
The pride of Don Andrés
For being a man
He was raised like the others
With a firm hand, with serenity
He never had an opinion
When you grow up you're going to 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
He changed his way of walking, he wore skirts, lipstick
And a satchel
People say his father went to visit him one day
Without warning, what a mistake
And a woman speaks to him as he passes
She said, Hello, how are you, dad
How are you doing?
You don't know me, I'm Simon
Simon your son, the great man

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

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

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

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

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

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

Andrés
Simón
Andrés
Simón

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

And as the years pass
The old man yielding a little
Simon didn't even write to him
Andrés was furious

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

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

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

In a hospital room
Of a strange disease
Simon died.
It's the summer of '93
The patient in bed 10
No one cried
Simon, Simoooon
Simooon...

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

You have to have compassion
Enough of morality
And whoever is free of sin, let him cast the first stone

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

Whoever never forgives
Has a certain destiny
To live bitter memories in his own winter

Oh lelele, oh lelele