In a hospital room at 9:43
Simon was born
It is the summer of '63
Don Andres' pride in being a man
He was raised like the others
br/>With a heavy hand
With severity
I never give an opinion
When you grow up you are going to study
The same thing that your dad hears 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 and lipstick
And a mailbag
br/>People say that one day his dad went to visit him without warning
Wow, what a mistake
A woman opened the door for him as he passed by
She said hello, how are you? Dad, how are you doing?
You don't know me, I'm Simon
Simon your son, the great man
You can't correct nature
Palo is born bent, his trunk never straightens
br/>You cannot correct nature
Palo is born bent, his trunk never straightens
You cannot correct nature
Palo is born bent, his trunk never straightens
He let himself go of what people say
His father never spoke to him
I abandoned him forever
You cannot correct nature
Palo is born bent, his trunk never straightens
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
Palo is born bent, its trunk never straightens
br/>And as the years go by, the old man thirsts a little
Simon didn't even write to him, Andres was furious
You can't correct nature
Palo is born with his trunk never bent enderesa
Finally there was news about where his son was, Andres never forgot the day of that sad call...
In a hospital room
Simon died from a strange illness
It's the summer of '93
No one cries for the sick person in bed 10
Simon Simoooon Simooooon
Nature cannot be corrected
Palo is born bent, his trunk never straightens
Oh, having compassion is enough of a moral
In which this free sin to live in the first land
You cannot correct nature
Palo is born bent, its trunk never straightens
He who never forgives has a destined destiny to live
Bitter memory of his own hell....

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