El hijo de Camelia
En un carro color negro, con placas de Ciudad Juárez
Se ve con mucho misterio, al transitar por las calles
El carro y quien lo maneja, su origen nadie lo sabe
Su indumentaria es sencilla, usa chamarra y mezclilla
Una mascada en el cuello, botas cowboy y tejanas
Su aspecto es de hombre valiente, se refleja en su mirada
La banda estaba confiada, repartiendo hierba mala,
Como a las 6 de la tarde, nadie se lo imaginaba,
Que ya el Hijo de Camelia, por venganza, los buscaba
Dicen que tuvo un encuentro, con la banda de Tijuana
Dejando ahí 5 muertos, huyendo a Guadalajara
Corría tan recio en su carro, nunca le pasaba nada
Lo han visto por todas partes, recorriendo carreteras
Buscando a los delincuentes, compañeros de Varela
Sigue vengando a su madre, su madre que fue Camelia
Camelia's Son
In a black car, with plates from Ciudad Juárez
It looks very mysterious, as it travels through the streets
The car and the driver, no one knows their origin
His attire is simple, wearing a jacket and denim
A scarf around his neck, cowboy boots and jeans
His appearance is of a brave man, reflected in his gaze
The gang was confident, distributing bad weed,
Around 6 in the evening, no one imagined,
That Camelia's Son was already seeking revenge
They say he had an encounter, with the Tijuana gang
Leaving 5 dead there, fleeing to Guadalajara
He drove so fiercely in his car, nothing ever happened to him
He has been seen everywhere, traveling on highways
Looking for the criminals, Varela's companions
He continues to avenge his mother, his mother who was Camelia
Escrita por: Angel Tucán González