El Torrente

He couldn't move as seasoned as he was
There was something in this one that was too much for him
He had a daughter (he had a daughter) he hopes to live through
Four years old and ten year's reach to this girl

[Chorus]
Please, let my girl go
Without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day
On my face when I come home

Detective, take note of all you see
Like, a hand still holding the smallest leaf
Her neck angled too far from her body
And her body's position at the base of this tree

[Chorus]
Please, let my girl go
Without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day
On my face when I come home

He wrote measurements on a pad of paper
Noted each bruise and abrasion
How could this happen to a girl so young?

[Chorus x2]
Please, let my girl go
Without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day
On my face when I come home