MOCHILA

My heavy backpack doesn't let me walk
I always have to carry books and papers
The doors look at me but I can't open them

With so many things inside
How am I going to get out?
If the teacher looks at me, she won't let me breathe

But in my backpack there is always a place
I'm not the fastest but I know how to do it
The task disappears and an excuse will be born

I can never stop if I am the fastest
Despite that I can't think
That everything they do is wrong but they don't put it that way

My backpack my backpack loaded with secrets
I don't forget a new excuse every day
But my backpack never lets me
My backpack never leaves me

My backpack my backpack loaded with secrets
I don't forget a new excuse every day
But my backpack never lets me
My backpack never leaves me

With my friends in the hallway
They laugh but I have my backpack
I always have what they ask for

I take out some snacks and give them a little
No problem
Everyone at school has a dilemma
History books math homework

But what matters is that snack I have in my pocket
I have no room for sadness in my backpack
For this to be better, there is only room for surprise

Just for the surprise
To the surprise
The surprise

There always has to be someone who makes an excuse
But I just want to be calm and that's it
There always has to be someone to bother

But I only give him something
Besides I couldn't fit in
If you have something very important in your backpack

Obviously you can't do anything annoying and absurd
My backpack my backpack loaded with secrets
I don't forget a new excuse every day
But my backpack never lets me
My backpack never leaves me

My backpack my backpack loaded with secrets
I don't forget a new excuse every day
But my backpack never lets me
My backpack never leaves me

With my friends in the hallway
They laugh but I have my backpack
I always have what they ask for

I take out some snacks and give them a little
No problem
Everyone at school has a dilemma
History books math homework

But what matters is that snack I have in my pocket
I have no room for sadness in my backpack
For this to be better, there is only room for surprise

To the surprise

My backpack my backpack loaded with secrets
I don't forget a new excuse every day

Uliii