Informe Policial
Ella se fue una mañana, como todos los días
A las ocho, hacia el colegio, donde a clases asistía
A la una de la tarde, al ver que no regresaba
Fue a buscarla, esperando en el camino encontrarla
No ha venido hoy a la escuela, la maestra le decía
Daba vueltas su cabeza, su cuerpo no respondía
Salió corriendo a buscarla, tal vez ha llegado a casa
Han pasado cuatro días, nadie ha podido encontrarla
Suena el timbre el quinto día, alguien dice tras la puerta
Hemos encontrado un cuerpo, debe usted reconocerla
Corrió con todas sus fuerzas, cruzo las calles a ciegas
Y el amor que dio a su hija, en una camilla, muerta
Quién le puede explicar
Quién le va a devolver la vida de su hija
Qué cobarde es aquel
Cómo puede tener la conciencia tranquila
Quién le puede explicar
Quién le va a devolver la vida de su hija
Qué cobarde es aquel
Cómo puede tener la conciencia tranquila
El informe policial, dice rapto, en traje y muerte
Que dolor y que injusticia, cuanto odio de repente
Es su bebe, su ternura, quien pudiera hacerle daño
Ojalá los encuentren tenía apenas, 9 años
Resucítala señor, no la lleves de ese modo
Era su ángel, su universo, su locura, era todo
Su muñeca preferida y su conejito la esperan
Extrañaran sus caricias, no dormirán más con ella
Llora el cuarto grado B, todo el cuarto llora
Mil palomitas de luto, por una hermanita paloma
Su guardapolvito blanco, y su banco tan vacío
Esperan todos los días, no creen que te hayas ido
Quién le puede explicar
Quién le va a devolver la vida de su hija
Qué cobarde es aquel
Cómo puede tener la conciencia tranquila
Quién le puede explicar
Quién le va a devolver la vida de su hija
Qué cobarde es aquel
Cómo puede tener la conciencia tranquila
Police Report
She left one morning, like every day
At eight, towards the school, where she attended classes
At one in the afternoon, when she didn't return
He went to look for her, hoping to find her on the way
She didn't come to school today, the teacher told her
Her head was spinning, her body not responding
She ran out to look for her, maybe she has arrived home
Four days have passed, no one has been able to find her
The bell rings on the fifth day, someone says behind the door
We have found a body, you must recognize her
She ran with all her strength, crossing the streets blindly
And the love she gave to her daughter, on a stretcher, dead
Who can explain to her
Who will bring back the life of her daughter
How cowardly is that person
How can they have a clear conscience
Who can explain to her
Who will bring back the life of her daughter
How cowardly is that person
How can they have a clear conscience
The police report says abduction, in suit and death
What pain and injustice, so much sudden hatred
It's her baby, her tenderness, who could harm her
Hopefully they find them, she was only 9 years old
Revive her, Lord, don't take her like that
She was her angel, her universe, her madness, she was everything
Her favorite doll and her little bunny are waiting
They will miss her caresses, they won't sleep with her anymore
Fourth grade B cries, the whole class cries
A thousand mourning doves, for a little sister dove
Her white smock, and her empty seat
They wait every day, they don't believe you're gone
Who can explain to her
Who will bring back the life of her daughter
How cowardly is that person
How can they have a clear conscience
Who can explain to her
Who will bring back the life of her daughter
How cowardly is that person
How can they have a clear conscience