Pocahontas - Cores do Vento

If you think I'm wild,
You've traveled quite a bit...
Maybe you're right...

But I can't see
Who will be wilder...
You need to listen with your heart...
Heart...

If you think this land belongs to you,
You still have much to learn,
For every plant, stone, or creature
Is alive and has a soul: it's a being

If you see only people as your equals
And that others have no value,
But if you follow a stranger's footsteps,
You'll find a thousand surprises around you...

Have you heard the wolf howling at the blue Moon?
Have you ever seen a lynx smile?
Can you hear the voices of the mountain?
And color with the colors of the wind?
And color with the colors of the wind?

Running through the forest trails,
Tasting the flavor of little fruits,
Rolling amidst such richness,
You'll never calculate its value

The Moon, the Sun, and the river are my relatives
The heron and the otter are like me
We are so connected to each other
In this arc, in this endless circle

Where will the tree go?
If you cut it down, you'll never know...
The wolf won't howl at the blue Moon anymore
Our color doesn't matter anymore
Let's sing with the beautiful voices of the mountain
And color with the colors of the wind...

You'll only be able
To enjoy this land,
If you color with the colors of the wind...