Wake up Dolores - Los Lobos

My legs are tired

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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