Osito de Felpa
Carlos Alberto
Stuffed Bear
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
