Erin Tate - 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 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] He wrote measurements on a pad of paper Noting each bruise and abrasion How could this happen to a girl so young? [Chorus] repeats