El Torrente

He couldn't move as seasoned as he was
There was something in this one that was too much for him

Please let my girl go
Don't let her read this day
He had a daughter, he hoped to live through

Four years old, ten years to reach to this girl
Detective, take note of all you've seen
Like her hand still holding the smallest leaf
The neck angled too far from her body
And the body's position at the base of this tree

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?

Please let my girl go without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home

Please let my girl go without knowing what I know
Don't let her read this day on my face when I come home

Please let my girl go without knowing what I know