Capullo Soruyo
Valentín Elizalde
Silly Bud
There was once in my town a marriage
Blonde as butter
I saw it, no one told me
What I say is no little lie
From the marriage, 9 children were born
8 came out blondies
I saw it, my faith and my testimony
That the ninth turned out to be a little black one
...doubted for many years
But in the end, the silence harmed him
And he decided to tell his wife
And listen, you will see now
Hey silly bud, I love them all the same
Hey silly bud, I love them all the same
They are all little angels
And I carry them here in my soul
But let's talk about the little black one
Hey silly bud, the little black one is my son
And she replied
And she replied
Hey silly bud, the little black one is the only one yours
From the marriage, 9 children were born
8 came out blondies
I can give my faith and my testimony
That the ninth turned out to be a little black one
He decided to confess to his wife
And listen, you will see now
Hey silly bud, I love them all the same
Hey silly bud, I love them all the same
They are all little angels
And I carry them here in my soul
But let's talk about the little black one
Hey silly bud, the little black one is my son
And here the thing ended
The marriage ended
She left with the 8
And he carried the black one
She left with the 8
And he carried the black one
