Color Of The Wind

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are　people
Are the people who look and thinks like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry
To the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry
To the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tell you where he's been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still all you'll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind

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“我们只知道，大地不属于人，是人属于大地。
我们只知道，万物皆有关连，就像血缘联系了家族那样亲密。
万物皆有关连，大地若遭蹂躏，大地之子亦不能幸免。
人不能织成生命之网，因为人不过是网上的一段丝线。
人们善待生命之网，就等于善待自己，反之亦然。”

(摘自“印地安之歌”：Duwamish族献给西雅图酋长的诗)