La De La Mochila Azul

What's wrong with you, little girl, what's wrong with you?
They ask me at school and they ask me at home.
From now on I knew suddenly
When I heard the roll call and he was no longer present.

Chorus:

The one with the blue backpack
The one with sleepy eyes
Left me with great unease
And low grades.
I don't even want to go out for recess
I don't have fun with anything
I can't read or write
I miss his gaze.

I only have his colors as a memory
Two pages of a notebook say love among smudges.
I would like to look at his desk
Because if he doesn't come back, my classroom will be very sad.

The one with the blue backpack...