Colors Of The Wind (End Title) Songtext

von Alan Menken

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