De La Escuelita
Apenas llega la noche
Se vienen todos conmigo
Brillan para conversarme
Y yo con ellos brillo tambien
Estan del otro lado
Son los muertos mios
A ellos honro cantando agradecido
Todos juntos bajaran
Al pie de la cruz
En la escuelita
De techo bajo
Pintadita de blanco
Que guarda el barrio escondido
Cruzando el barrancio
Como tomando distancia
De lo que alli pueda acontecer
Se confirma que ignorancia
Es la enfermedad que al mundo apesta
Apenas llega la noche
Se vienen todos conmigo
Brillan para conversarme
Y yo con ellos brillo tambien
Estan del otro lado
Son los muertos mios
A ellos honro cantando agradecido
Todos juntos bajaran
Al pie de la cruz
En la escuelita
De techo bajo
Pintadita de blanco
Que guarda el barrio escondido
Cruzando el barrancio
Como tomando distancia
De lo que alli pueda acontecer
Se confirma que ignorancia
Es la enfermedad que al mundo apesta
De techo bajo
Pintadita de blanco
Que guarda el barrio escondido
Cruzando el barrancio
Como tomando distancia
De lo que alli pueda acontecer
Se confirma que ignorancia
Es la enfermedad que al mundo apesta
From The Little School
As soon as night falls
They all come with me
They shine to talk to me
And I shine with them too
They are on the other side
They are my dead
I honor them by singing gratefully
All together they will descend
At the foot of the cross
In the little school
With a low roof
Painted white
That guards the hidden neighborhood
Crossing the ravine
As if taking distance
From whatever may happen there
It is confirmed that ignorance
Is the disease that stinks the world
As soon as night falls
They all come with me
They shine to talk to me
And I shine with them too
They are on the other side
They are my dead
I honor them by singing gratefully
All together they will descend
At the foot of the cross
In the little school
With a low roof
Painted white
That guards the hidden neighborhood
Crossing the ravine
As if taking distance
From whatever may happen there
It is confirmed that ignorance
Is the disease that stinks the world
With a low roof
Painted white
That guards the hidden neighborhood
Crossing the ravine
As if taking distance
From whatever may happen there
It is confirmed that ignorance
Is the disease that stinks the world