Contrabando En Juarez

They caught me in El Paso,
after crossing the Bravo,
they caught me prisoner,
carrying my contraband,
they asked me my name,
and also my origin,
I told them I'm from Juarez,
there they don't ask for a license.

They marked me with the 7,
from a striped shirt,
they took me prisoner,
on a Sunday morning.

Blondes with blue eyes,
I can't shake their hands,
because I'm being judged,
by the American government.

Even though the wall is made of steel,
and I don't have the keys,
on the first of February,
I will stroll in its streets.

I hear music in the bars,
it's 11 at night,
my beloved is already waiting for me,
in a street in Juarez.

Beautiful beloved Juarez,
I see you from here,
it's a shame that here in El Paso,
there are certain commitments.