La Mestra

Two by two are four
Four and two are six
Regulated and frustrated school
Don't speak or play without permission
The cross, the cassock, and the rod
We conjugate imperfect presents
We remove the X from the future
We castrate the beasts in the centers
Labor force of the 21st century
We have planned behaviors
We leave no room for creation
We draw futures full of doubts
Neither dreams, nor games, nor improvisation
Childhood in the trash
10 hours a day, a time that was gold
Slaves of an oppressive state
Forgive your people, Lord!!!

Mother, mother, I don't want to go back
To praying and being silent when they command
Father, father, I wanted to dream
And fly, and there they cut our wings

Smuggler of clandestine verbs
Spreading the poison
Through lively villages and endless paths
What a pleasure to hear her speak
If from the street and the yard she is the soul
And now there is a village that roars
In a forbidden language

In that context, a teacher arrives
Rebel, determined, brave
Childhood in dispute is conquered
The dictator dies... it is said
Darkness takes the deceased away
We change customs, death to obedience
We break the rosary, burn the notes
Facing the future, innocence
The disciplinary file arrives
We want them to memorize the prayer and the alphabet
Strict schedules, and a well-defined playground
Christian penitentiary center
The mayor, the police, inspectors come
To defend the absurd, to give lessons
They could not, they will never be able
From that teacher today we are privileged students

Mother, mother, I don't want to go back
To praying and being silent when they command
Father, father, I wanted to dream
And fly, and there they cut our wings

Smuggler of clandestine verbs
Spreading the poison
Lively villages and endless paths
What a pleasure to hear her speak
If from the street and the yard she is the soul
And now there is a village that roars
In a forbidden language