La De La Mochila Azul

What's wrong kid, what's wrong with you?
They tell me at school and ask me at home
And until now I suddenly knew it
When I heard the roll call and she wasn't there

The one with the blue backpack, the one with sleepy eyes
It left me with great concern
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 your gaze

I still remember its colors
Two pages of the notebook say loves of blots
I would like to look at her at her desk
Because if she doesn't come back my living room will be very sad