El Torrente (Lyrics)

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 hoped to live through. Four years old, ten years reach to this girl. 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'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.