Quinto A

Third year, national school
Fifteen years, all the freedom
From a corner, I stood and saw her
Behind the window, beauty was there

Out of reach for my hands and my voice
You woke me up to the new world of love
It took more than just a shout
From teachers, guards, and the principal

What had changed? I was no longer that
Good student who had it all together
And my secret, I told everyone

It was so mine that in the end, I fell for it
My classmates and their jokes to endure
Unbearable, they made me mad
An ingenious drawing in my notebook
A window, and inside it, all the Sun

What should I do to get to where you are?
What will I invent to make you fall for me?
The end of the term, with its dance is the chance
To get my invitation to you

With the ticket to that dance, I finally arrive
And at the entrance, someone tells me
No, not here
With insistence, I detail the big window
And when they realize, they point me to the fifth floor

With a thousand tremors, I knocked on the door
And by the voice that answered, I thought, no, not her
The one I keep, and I waited in suspense
Because that voice had the weight of time and age
Tell me, kid, who are you looking for here?
It's a young woman I saw behind the window
No, I live alone, my family’s not here
Behind the window, you’ve only seen a mannequin

Not a mannequin, no no no no