Los Lobos - 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
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