La De La Mochila Azul
Pedro Fernández
The One with the Blue Backpack
What's wrong with you, little one, what's wrong with you
They ask me at school and they ask me at home
And until now I suddenly knew
When I heard the roll call and she wasn't present
The one with the blue backpack, the one with sleepy eyes
Left me greatly troubled
And with low grades
I don't even want to go to recess
I don't have fun with anything
I can't read or write
I miss her gaze
I only have her colors as a memory
Two pages of the notebook say loves among smudges
I would like to see her at her desk
Because if she doesn't come back, my classroom will be very sad
