Paroles et traduction Willie Colón - El Gran Varon

El Gran Varon

En la sala de un hospital
A las 9:43 nació Simón
Es el verano del 56
El orgullo de Don Andrés por ser varón

Fue criado como los demás
Con mano dura, con severidad, nunca opinó
Cuando crezcas vas a estudiar
La misma vaina que tu papá, óyelo bien

Tendrás que ser
Un gran varón

Al extranjero se fue Simón
Lejos de casa se le olvidó aquel sermón
Cambió la forma de caminar
Usaba falda, lápiz labial y un carterón

Cuenta la gente que un día el papá
Fue a visitarlo sin avisar, ¡vaya, qué error!
Y una mujer le habló al pasar
Le dijo: "hola, ¿qué tal, papá, cómo te va?"

¿No me conoces?
Yo soy Simón
Simón, tu hijo
El gran varón

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

Se dejó llevar
Por lo que dice la gente
Su padre jamás le habló
Lo abandonó para siempre

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

No te quejes, Andrés
No te quejes por nada
Si del cielo te caen limones
Aprende a hacer limonada

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

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

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

Por fin hubo noticia
De dónde su hijo estaba
Andrés nunca olvidó el día
De esa triste llamada

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En la sala de un hospital
De una extraña enfermedad murió Simón
Es el verano del 86
Al enfermo de la cama 10, nadie lloró

Simón, Simón
Simón

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

Hay que tener compasión
Basta ya de moraleja
El que esté libre 'e pecado
Que tire la primera piedra

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

El que nunca perdona
Tiene destino cierto
De vivir amargos recuerdos
En su propio infierno

(No se puede corregir a la naturaleza)
(Palo que nace dobla'o)
(Jamás su tronco endereza)

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The Great Man

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

He was raised like the others,
With a firm hand, with severity, he never had a say.
When you grow up, you will study,
The same thing as your father, 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 a skirt, lipstick, and a big purse.

People say that one day his father
Went to visit him without warning, what a mistake!
And a woman spoke to him as he passed by,
She said: "Hello, how are you, dad, how are you doing?"

Don't you recognize me?
I am Simon,
Simon, your son,
The great man.

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

He let himself be swayed
By what people say,
His father never spoke to him again,
He abandoned him forever.

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

Don't complain, Andrés,
Don't complain about anything,
If life gives you lemons,
Learn to make lemonade.

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

And as the years go by,
The old man giving in a little,
Simon no longer even wrote to him,
Andrés was furious.

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

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

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In a hospital room,
Simon died of a strange disease.
It's the summer of '86,
No one cried for the sick man in bed 10.

Simon, Simon
Simon

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

You have to have compassion,
Enough with the moralizing,
He who is free of sin,
Let him cast the first stone.

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

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

(You can't correct nature)
(A tree that is born bent)
(Will never straighten its trunk)

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