Aztlan Underground Teteu Innan
Teteu Innan
Yellow flowers opened their corollas
She is Our Mother
She, the one with the thigh
Painted on her face
She has left Tamoanchan
The place of our origin
Yellow flowers are your flowers
She is Our Mother
She the one with the thigh
Painted on her face
She has left Tamoanchan
The place of our origin
White flowers open their corollas
She is Our Mothеr
She, the one with thе thigh
Painted on her face
She has left Tamoanchan
The place of our origin
White flowers are your flowers
She is Our Mother
She the one with the thigh
Painted on her face
She has left Tamoanchan
The place of our origin
She sits upon the melon cactus
Our mother, Itzpapalotl
Oh, let us see her in the nine plains
She feeds herself with deers' hearts
Our Mother, Lady of the Earth
With new chalk
With new feathers
She is painting
She is covered in the four directions of the world
Darts are broken
You have turned to deer
In the land of the vast plains
They come to see you
Xiuhnel and Mimich
