Campana de Palo

I am the Argentine teacher
Second mother and worker
My children walk barefoot
My school is a ruin

I am the one who sows destinies
From the sea to the Andes
Where chalk doesn't reach
And the book is a chimera

Wooden bell
Rings in the loneliness
Letters of gunpowder and stone
Time will pile up
Poor little thing, country in bloom
Here my love has reached

I am the Argentine teacher
The one who is alone and waits
Living mending hardships
And comforting miseries

I am the one who teaches her children
To worship the flag
Of this generous country
From the heart outwards

Wooden bell
Rings in the loneliness
Letters of gunpowder and stone
Time will pile up
Poor little thing, country in bloom
Here my love has reached