La de La Escuela

We're on any given day
Back in the sixties
You woke up early
You have to go to school
Feather, inkwell, and slate
All in a bundle

It's nine in the morning and you walk down the road
The chestnuts fall as the wind blows and some drops of rain

The teacher opened the door and all the kids entered
They left all their wooden clogs under the stairs
You had to make the sign of the cross before starting the task
And when they call the roll, you raise your right hand saying 'Present and up Spain'

No one wears a tracksuit
Or anything that looks like it
Just some little pants
With patches on the backside
And you bring a handful of marbles
Stuffed in your pocket

And when it's recess time
And you haven't finished the problem
You brought some chestnuts
And they pulled your ear

The rivers and the mountains
Don't fit well in your head
You have your mind full of soccer players
You know the lineups even from Pontevedra

How many times were you told
Not to press the pen too hard
Because by tracing too much, you smudged the table

You went home and ate
The beans in a hurry
You smell like chorizo
And burping the blood sausage

Not even to clean the plate
Did you have time

In the afternoon, it's time for drawing
Which is what I like the most
With paper and a pencil
To paint whatever you want