Osito de Felpa

Stuffed bear
My son's toy
From my little one
That one early morning
The Lord took away

Seeing you so sad
You'll think it's a dream
That your loyal friend
Has left us
Never to return

Your glass eyes
Don't know about crying
About the bitter crying
That comes from my eyes
Since he left

Stuffed bear
I know you miss him
Give me your little hands
I, who was his father
Will be your friend