El Torrente

(álbum: Menos El Oso - 2005)

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 hoped to live through
Four years old and 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, 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

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