O Lelo

Where are you going Lelo
with an iron hoop
on the day that breaks
early in the morning.
And a new satchel
and some old books,
in the muddy years
filled with slush.
I will be someone else
with that knife,
from school days,
this is the first one.
I will study
we have a teacher
so that tomorrow
I become a grown man.
How did it go?
Tell me, my boy
surely today
you have made progress
Bah! It's nothing, I don't understand it
you hit me, which in my text
I don't know what my teacher is talking about
He says that you, are called: grandpa,
my mother: mother, and the floor: the ground
Also, you hit the capós on purpose,
if you say it's mouro instead of black.
Tomorrow I'm definitely not going to school.
I don't understand, I'm not good at that.
Strange words, strange gibberish.
They don't talk about mine. They talk from afar.
To harden the hands in the clay
I still don't understand that teacher.