Simon Willie Colón (English Translation) Lyrics

In the hospital room
at 9:43 Simon was born
It’s the summer of ’63
The pride of Don Andrés
for being a boy
He was raised like the others
with a firm hand, with serenity
he never spoke up
when you grow up you will study, the same thing as your dad
listen well, you have to be a great man

Simón went abroad
far from home he forgot that sermon
he changed the way he walked, he wore a skirt, lipstick
and a purse
people say that one day his dad went to visit him
without warning, what a mistake
and a woman passing by spoke to him
she said, Hello dad, how are you?
You don’t know me, I am Simon
Simon your son, The great Man

Chorus:
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 influenced 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, Andrés
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 stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

and as the years pass by
the old man yielded a bit
Simon no longer wrote to him
Andrés 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
Andrés never forgot the day
of that sad call

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

In a Hospital room
from a strange disease
Simon died.
It’s the summer of ’93
to the patient in bed 10
no one cried
Simon, Simon
Simooon…..

You can’t correct nature
a stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

we must have compassion
enough with morals
and he who is without sin, let him cast the first stone

You can’t correct nature
a stick that is born bent, never straightens its trunk

he who never forgives
has the certain destiny
to live bitter memories in his own winter

ay lelele, ay lelele