Willie Colon — El Gran Varon song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Gran Varon" by Willie Colon.
Lyrics
En la sala de un hospital a las 9.43
Nacio simon
Es el verano del 63
El orgullo de don Andres por ser varon
Fue criado como los demas
Con mano dura
Con severidad
Nunca opino
Cuando crescas vas a estudiar
La misma vaina que tu papa oyelo bien
Tendras que ser un gran varon…
Al extranjero se fue Simon
Lejos de casa se le olvido aquel sermon,
Cambio la forma de caminar
Usaba falda lapiz labial
Y un carteron
Cuenta la gente que un dia el papá
Fue a visitarlo sin avisar
Vaya que error
Una mujer le abrio al pasar
Le dijo hola, que tal papa, como te va?
No me conoces yo soy Simon
Simon tu hijo, el gran varon
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
Se dejo llevar de lo que dice la gente
Su padre jamas le hablo
Lo abandono para siempre
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
Y no te quejes Andres no te quejes por nada
Si del cielo te caen limones
Aprende a hacer limonada
No se puede corregir a la naturalesa
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
Y mientras pasan lo años el viejo sediendo un poco
Simon ya ni le escribia Andres estaba fuirioso
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
Por fin hubo noticias de donde si hijo estaba Andres nunca olvido el dia de esa
triste llamada…
En la sala de un hospital
De una extraña enfermedad murio Simon
Es el verano del 93
Al enfermo de la cama 10 nadie lloro
Simon Simoooon Simooooon
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
Ay que tener compasion basta ya de moraleja
En que este libre pecado vivir en la primera tierra
No se puede corregir a la naturaleza
Palo nace doblado jamas su tronco enderesa
El que nunca perdona tiene destino sierto de vivir
Amargo recuerdo de su propio infierno…
Lyrics translation
In the ward of a hospital at 9.43
Nacio simon
It's the summer of ' 63
The pride of don Andres for being varon
He was raised like the others.
With hard hand
Severely
I never think
When you grow up you're going to study
The same pod as your dad.
You'll have to be a great varon…
Simon went abroad
Far from home he forgot that sermon,
I change the way we walk
She was wearing a pencil skirt.
And a briefcase
People tell you that one day daddy¡
She went to visit him without warning.
What a mistake
A woman opened it to him as he passed
He said hello, how's papa, how's it going?
You don't know me I'm Simon
Simon your son, the great varon
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
He got carried away with what people say
His father never spoke to him.
I leave him forever
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
And don't complain Andres don't complain about anything
If you fall from the sky lemons
Learn how to make lemonade
Can not be corrected to naturala
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
And as you spend the years the old man sizzling a little
Simon didn't even write to him anymore Andres was curious
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
Finally there was news where if son was Andres never forget the day of that
sad call…
In the ward of a hospital
From a strange disease Simon died
It's the summer of ' 93
To the sick of the bed 10 no one cried
Simon Simoooon Simooooon
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
Alas, having compassion is enough of morality
In that this free sin live on the first Earth
You can't correct nature
Stick is born bent never its trunk straightens
The one who never forgives has a servant destiny to live
Bitter memory of his own hell…