Текст песни Pocahontas - Colors of the wind instrumental

You think I'm wild
You saw so much in the world that you judge everything
Let us be savages
But whatever you say,
You do not see that the world around is your home!
He is your home ...
You think you're the master everywhere
Your land is only good
And we are friends and stones, and trees,
They have a name, heart and soul ...
You only consider yourself equal
Those who think and look like you
But suddenly you will see a stranger
And you will discover unexpected features in it.
Have you ever heard a wolf singing songs to the moon?
Did the animal language try to understand?
And do you manage magical pictures
To paint with the colors of the wind on the fly?
On the fly, draw with the colors of the wind ...
He wants the forest to give you cool
And drink sweet berry juice?
But they don’t have to figure out the price,
You can’t buy all this for money.
All showers and streams are my relatives
All the birds and animals are my friends
Our centuries-old ties are fastening
These threads cannot be broken in any way.
Who can cut the poplar
Will not see the shadow of his foliage
He will not hear how the wolf sings to the moon!
he will not be able to understand the language of animals!
And he will not be able to magical pictures
Draw on the fly with the colors of the wind!
And why own land
If you do not know how
On the fly, draw with the colors of the wind ...