Wake Up Dolores

Los Lobos

My legs are tired

My face feels hot

Wake up Dolores

Please try to walk



Oh sacred night



Our lght 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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