| 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 |