Colors Of The Wind (End Title) Songtext / Lyric

Te ves ignorante y salvaje

y conoces mil lugares

quizás tengas razón

porque si es así soy salvaje para ti

no puedes abrir más tu corazón... co ra zón



Te crees es tuyo todo lo que pisas

te adueñas de la tierra que tu ves

mas cada árbol, roca y criatura

tiene vida tiene alma es un ser.



Parece que no existen más personas

que aquellas que son igual que tu

si sigues las pisadas de un extraño

verás cosas que jamás soñaste ver.



Has oido al lobo haullarle a la luna azul?

O, has visto a un lince sonreir?

has cantado con la voz de las montañas

y colores en el viento descubrir

y colores en el viento descubrir






Corramos por las sendas de los bosques

robemos de los frutos su sabor

descubre la riqueza a tu alcance

sin pensar, ni un instante en su valor

los ríos y la lluvia mis hermanos

amigos somos todos ya lo ves

estamos entre todos muy unidos

en un ciclo sin final que eterno es



Cuan alto el arbol crecerá?

si lo cortas hoy

nunca lo sabras.



Y no oiras al lobo auyarle a la luna azul

no importa el color de nuestra piel

y uniremos nuestra voz con las montañas

y colores en el viento descubrir



Si no entiendes que hay aqui

solo es tierra para ti

y colores en el viento descubrir

You think I'm an ignorant savage

And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me

How can there be so much that you don't know?

You don't know...



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 think 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 mountain?

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



How high does a 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

We 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