In a hospital room
at 9:43 Simon was born
It's the summer of '56
The pride of Mr. Andres, for being a boy
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 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
Went 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, how are you doing?
You don't recognize me, I'm Simon
Simon, your son, the great man

You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
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 stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
And 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 stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
And as the years go by, the old man giving in a little
Simon no longer wrote to him, Andres was furious
You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
Finally there was news of where his son was
Andres never forgot the day of that sad call

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

You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
We must have compassion, enough of the moral
Let he who is without sin cast the first stone
You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk
He who never forgives has a certain destiny
to live bitter memories in his own hell
You can't correct nature
A stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

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