La Barra — El Gran Varón song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Gran Varón" by La Barra.
Lyrics
En la sala de un hospital
A las 9:43 nació Simón
Es el verano del '76
El orgullo de Don Andrés
Por ser varón
Fue criado como los demás
Con mano dura con serenidad
Nunca opinó
Cuando crezcas vas a estudiar
Lo mismo que tu papa
Óyelo bien
Tendrás que ser gran señor
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 dia el papá
Fue a visitarlo sin avisar
Vaya que error
Y una mujer le habló al pasar
Le dijo
Hola que tal papa
Como te va?
No me conoces
Yo soy Simón
Simón tu hijo
El gran Varón
No se puede corregir
A la naturaleza
Palo que nace doblado
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 doblado
Jamas su tronco endereza
No te quejes Andrés
No te quejes por nada
Si del cielo te caen limones
Aprende hacer limonada
No se puede corregir
A la naturaleza
Palo que nace doblado
Jamas 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 doblado
Jamas su tronco endereza
Hay que tener compasión
Basta de moraleja
Y el que este libre de pecado
Que tire la primera piedra
No se puede corregir
A la naturaleza
Palo que nace doblado
Jamas su tronco endereza
El que nunca perdona
Tiene el destino cierto
De vivir amargos recuerdos
En su propio invierno
No se puede corregir
A la naturaleza
Palo que nace doblado
Jamas su tronco endereza
Por fin hubo noticias
De donde su hijo estaba
Andrés nunca olvido el día
De esa triste llamada
En la sala de un Hospital
De una extraña enfermedad
Murió Simón
Ese verano del 96
Al enfermo de la cama 10
Nadie lloró
Simón, Simón
Simón
Lyrics translation
In the ward of a hospital
At 9: 43 Simon was born
It's the summer of '76.
The pride of Don Andrés
For being male
He was raised like the others
With hard hand with serenity
He never gave an opinion.
When you grow up you're going to study
Same as your dad
Hear it right
You'll have to be a great Lord
Simon went abroad
Away from home he forgot
That sermon
Changed the way you walk
She wore a skirt, lipstick
And a pickpocket
People tell that one day Dad
She went to visit him without warning.
What a mistake
And a woman spoke to him as he passed
He said
Hello, Dad.
How's it going?
You don't know me.
I am Simon
Simon your son
The great man
Cannot be corrected
To nature
Pole that is born bent
Its trunk never straightens
He got carried away
From what people say
His father never spoke to him.
I leave him forever
Cannot be corrected
To nature
Pole that is born bent
Its trunk never straightens
Don't complain, Andrés.
Don't complain about anything
If you fall from the sky lemons
Learn how to make lemonade
Cannot be corrected
To nature
Pole that is born bent
Its trunk never straightens
And as the years go by
The old man giving in a little
Simon didn't even write to him anymore.
Andrew was furious
Cannot be corrected
To nature
Pole that is born bent
Its trunk never straightens
You have to have compassion
No more morals.
And he who is free from sin
Throw the first stone
Cannot be corrected
To nature
Pole that is born bent
Its trunk never straightens
The one who never forgives
It has a true destiny
To live bitter memories
In his own winter
Cannot be corrected
To nature
Pole that is born bent
Its trunk never straightens
Finally there was news
Where your son was from
Andres never forget the day
From that sad call
In the ward of a Hospital
Of a strange disease
Simon Died
That summer of ' 96
To the sick of the bed 10
No one cried
Simon, Simon
Simon