What's the matter, boy, what's the matter?
They tell me at school and they ask me at home,
And all at once, I instantly knew when
I heard the rollcall and she was not present.
The girl with the blue backpack, the one with the sleepy eyes,
Left me with a great anxiety and low grades.
I don't even want to go to the playground,
nothing amuses me
I can't read or write,
I miss her gaze.
I still remember their colors,
The pages of the notebook
Tell about romances in smudges
I would like to see her at her desk,
Because if she doesn't come back, my classroom will be very sad.
The girl with the blue backpack, the one with the sleepy eyes,
Left me with a great anxiety and low grades.
I don't even want to go to the playground, nothing amuses me.
I can't read or write,
I miss her gaze.