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 quién 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