Song: Colors of the wind

You think own whatever land you land on

You think you own whatever land you land on

Earth is just a dead thing you can claim

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

It has life, spirit and name

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

You think the only people who look and think like you are called For humanity

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

But if you follow the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never knew

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You will have unexpected gains

You never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

You can Have you ever heard a wild wolf howl at the cold moon?

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

Can you 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, run on the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth

Come, taste the sweet taste of naturally grown berries

Come roll in all the riches all around you

Look, the lush nature is surrounding you

And for once never wonder what they're worth

But this time please don't calculate their value

The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers

The storm river is my brother

The heron and the otter are my friends

The heron is my friend

And we are all connected to each other < /p>

Thousands of things are closely connected to each other

In a circ

le in a hoop that never ends

The chain of creation goes back and forth endlessly

How high does the sycamore grow

If you cut it down, then you 'll never know

If you cut down a maple tree you'll never know how tall it will grow

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

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You will never hear the wolf howl at the cold moon

For whether we are white or copper-skinned

No matter whether we are white or copper-skinned

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We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains

We need to sing with each other

To paint with all the colors of the wind

Paint the seven colors in 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

Only when you draw the colorful colors in the wind can you truly own the earth

I hope it can help you!