Sin escaleras era mi escuela

When I was a kid,
I'd ride in my cousin's little car to school.
With my mom, we’d go through Abrantes,
Past the Velázquez soccer field.
No stairs was my school,
And Lucky Luke at noon on the First.
My teachers were a bit odd,
The hairy clam with a face like that.

My classmates all had nicknames,
And the hemorrhoid would catch some rebounds,
That always got me later on the sneak,
Of course! She was my neighbor and would mess with me in the hallway.
I never wanted to get my hopes up,
But I thought there was some operation,
That would fix my little body,
Still twisted like a little wire,
I don’t care.
I went to preschool with my buddy Huguito,
His dad had a blue SIMCA,
The SIMCA's gone, but I’m still with Huguito,
We’re inseparable, we’re like brothers.

No stairs was my school,
When are you gonna bring my signed grades?
No stairs was my school,
Miss, I don’t know, miss, I don’t know.

Pomo, llelleki, what a little troublemaker that kid was.
From the morning, punished in the hallway,
And at the slightest slip, he’d eat your sandwich.
Persistent and insistent, my mom,
Making sure I did my homework and stayed focused in class.
I didn’t have class on my birthday.
People buy flowers and come in droves,
They all agree to go on the same day,
Causing a huge traffic jam down the avenue.
And going to put flowers, I think it’s voluntary,
Don’t take it as a rule just because the calendar says so.

Stand up, hold yourself up,
Keeping my balance by myself was a big achievement.
Holding onto the wall to get to the bathroom was my way,
Full stability, I still don’t have it all.
But I had a treasure that I still have today,
And just with his presence, I’m over the moon.
Hugo, my buddy, true support.
Mom, another coffee, and let’s hang out a bit longer.

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Christmas bonus, yeah, we gotta go ask for it.
Let’s split into groups, and everyone wanted to go with me.
And my dad didn’t like that I asked for the bonus,
But filling the piggy bank during those times,
Is how it was and will be, it will be! And it’ll be exempt.
I passed gym class,
Even though my teacher, Mr. Justino, the penguin, would flop,
And with Montilla in the soccer league, he counted, and carried,
Who carried your backpack?
My mom, until she’d drop me off at school,
And then I’d walk alone, strolling with Huguito,
Epic adventures would pop up on the way.
And what about the backpack?
Well, many times I carried it,
Slung over my back, and I’d even start to run.
But whether it was heavy or not, Hugo would always switch,
And he’d carry my backpack and I’d carry his.
Later on, we started taking the bus,
It was a bit pricey to go up top,
Since the EMT didn’t have it set up,
And people with injuries had it tough,

Chungalí! Yeah,
One foot here and one hand there
And a little push in the butt
Of course! Thanks to Huguito, and we’d be up there in no time.
What do you say, Rellenito?,
You’re a lucky one,
To feel wrapped up by the cloak of a friend,
From whom I’ve never separated.
In Calla Alliú we were born,
In Carcastillo we grew up,
Grateful for how he’s been with me.

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