In Nonoalco, in Nonoalco, is flowery scent in shielding pines it clothes itself this will not fall In Nonoalco, the eagle cactus fruit in cacao flowers clothes itself this will not fall I am the Tepaneca man Cuecuexin I am Quetzalcoatl, Cuecuexin I am just the god of wind bearing the obsidian blades I am just the god of wind bearing the obsidian blades In the land of Otomis, in the Nonoalcan land In the Nahuatlacan land the Mexica find joy In the Nonoalcan land In the Nahuatlacan land the Mexica with shields they yet find joy In the Nonoalcan land In the Nahuatlacan land the Mexica