No me quieres saludar

Desk mates
In that old school
We spent the same years
With hardly any differences.
I failed eighth grade,
You endured another year
Time separated us
And we started to forget each other.
And now when we cross paths
You don't even want to look
And now when we cross paths
You don't want to greet me.
How many afternoons in the playground
We played cops and robbers
You were the one chasing
And I was the one running.
Who would have thought back then
That it would continue
In the prison yard
Me down here and you up there.
And now when we cross paths...
And now when we cross paths
You don't even want to look
And now that you're a cop
You don't want to greet me.