In a black car, with license plates from Juárez City
It is seen with much mystery, when traveling through the streets
The car and who drives it, its origin nobody knows
Their clothing is simple, wear a jacket and denim
A chew on the neck, cowboy boots and tejanas
His appearance is that of a brave man, reflected in his gaze
The band was confident, distributing bad grass,
About 6 o'clock in the afternoon, nobody imagined it,
That the Son of Camelia, for revenge, was looking for them
They say he had a meeting, with the band from Tijuana
Leaving ah? 5 dead, fleeing to Guadalajara
He ran so hard in his car, nothing ever happened to him
They have seen it everywhere, traveling roads
Looking for the delinquents, Varela's companions
He continues to avenge his mother, his mother who was Camelia
Only among all we can make this a better place :)