They left San Ysidro,
Proceeding from Tijuana
They brought the tires of their car
Full of bad grass
They were Emilio Varela,
And Camelia the Texan.
They passed through San Clemente
The immigration stopped them
They asked for their documents
They asked them: “Where are you from?”
She was from San Antonio,
A woman of heart.
A woman, if she loves a man,
Can give him her life
But one must be careful
If this woman feels hurt,
Betrayal and contraband
Are incompatible things.
They arrived in Los Angeles
The passed by Hollywood
In a dark alley
They changed all four tires
There they handed in the grass,
And there they were also paid.
Emilio says to Camelia
“Today I bid you farewell,
With the part that touches you,
You can rebuild your life.
I’m going to San Francisco
With the owner of my life.”
Seven gunshots were fired,
Camelia killed Emilio
The police only found
A discarded pistol.
Of the money and Camelia
Nothing else was ever heard again.