Contrabando y traición [English translation]

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.