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 earthand still all you'll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind

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“我們只知道，大地不屬於人，是人屬於大地。
我們只知道，萬物皆有關連，就像血緣聯繫了家族那樣親密。
萬物皆有關連，大地若遭蹂躪，大地之子亦不能倖免。
人不能織成生命之網，因為人不過是網上的一段絲線。
人們善待生命之網，就等於善待自己，反之亦然。”

(摘自“印地安之歌”：Duwamish族獻給西雅圖酋長的詩)