Lyric 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 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 see,
like her hand still holding the smallest leaf.
Her neck angled too far for her body
and her body s position at the base of this tree.

He took measurements on a pad of paper,
noted each bruise and abrasion.
How could this happen to a girl so young?