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Colors of the Wind

Judy Kuhn
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OriginalVersione Danese interpretata da Susanne Elmark (film) & Monique...
COLORS OF THE WIND

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 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
How high will 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 mountains
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
VINDENS FARVER

I tror I ejer hvert et land I finder
At alting kun er skabt til jeres gavn.

Men jeg ved alt omkring os her på jorden.
Har et liv, har en sjæl, og har et navn.

Du tror at alle fremmede er fjender,
og behandler naturen som I vil.

Men prøv at følg et fremmede spor i skoven.
Der en verden I slet ikke kender til.

Har du aldrig hørt på ulvene en stjerne nat,
og set en vildkat blinke ned til dem?

Kan du synge hørt med stemmerne i bjerget?
Kan du male alle vindens farver frem.

Kan du male alle vindens farver frem.

Kom med af skjulte langs skjulte stier gennem skoven.
Kom med og pluk de søde modne bær.
Kom med og oplev alt naturens rigdom.
Men lad vær, med at spørge hvad alt er værd.

De dybe floder her er mine brødre
Hver hejre og hver odder er min ven.
Og vi er bundet sammen i naturen,
i en ring, hvor alt bliver skabt på ny igen.

Har du aldrig hørt på ulvene en stjernenat?
Og set en vildkat blinke ned til dem?
Kan du synge højt med stemmerne i bjerget,
kan du male alle vindens farver frem?

Kan du male alle vindens farver frem?

Hvor højt bli'r mon ørnenes træ,
det vil ingen se, hvis vi fælder det.

Vi vil aldrig høre ulvene en stjernenat,
og lytte til naturen ligesom dem.
For vi kan synge højt med stemmerne i bjerget.
For vi kan male alle vindens farver frem.

Og den jord som I vil tag, er kun jord til I en dag, ser hvordan...
vi maler vindens farver frem.


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