La de La Mochila Azul
Amy, la Niña de la Mochila Azul
The Girl with the Blue Backpack
What's wrong with you, little boy?, what's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you, little boy?, what's wrong with you?
They tell me at school and ask me at home
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 with great unease
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 her gaze
I only have her colors as a memory
Two pages of a notebook
And it says love among smudges
I would like to look at her in her desk
Because if she doesn't come back
My classroom will be very sad
The one with the blue backpack
The one with sleepy eyes
Left me with great unease
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 her gaze
