The Colors of the Wind
You say I don't know anythingYou say I haven't seen anythingSeems you know everything around here'Cause there are plenty of unknown things yet
Behold, take a good lookThe land you step onBoulders, trees and anything else is aliveThey have spirits and names
The world you never knewYou're just not trying to knowI hope you open up your heartAnd take a look inside
A wolf barking at the blue moonA song of laughing wild catsI wonder if you can sing alongWhat color is the paint of the wind?What color is the paint of the wind?
Run through small trails of the forestHow is a sweet strawberryYou only have to entrust yourselfTo the love the nature's offering
Everyone is around, they're all my friendsSo are birds and ottersThe life concerned itself with themIn a hoop that never ends
Ah, how tall that tree isIf you cut it down, you'll never know
A voice of a wolf talking to the moonYou'll never hear itSing along with the echoes of the mountainsPaint with the colors of the wind
And I come to know for the first timeWhat color the wind is