Wake Up Dolores

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 Auh in caltech