My legs are tired
My face feels hot
Wake up Dolores
Please try to walk
My face feels hot
Wake up Dolores
Please try to walk
Oh sacred night
Ocuiltin
Moyacatla
Our light is dim
We have so far to go
The stones are hard
On this endless road
Oh sacred night
On quetzal plumes
Of dying suns
And purple moons
Oh sacred night
As an eagle soars
Our spirits fly
To our gentle rest
Under loving sky
Oh sacred night
On quetzal plumes
Of dying suns
And purple moons
Oh sacred night
Ocuiltin
Moyacatla
Otlica
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