Pocahontas - Farbenspiel Des Wind

For you, I am just a savage
It is clear that you think so
Because you have traveled so much
But I do not understand
If I seem so wild to you
How come you don't know so much?
Don't know so much

You arrive here and everything belongs to you
The land is free for you, just wood
But every stone and tree and every being
Has its life, its soul, its pride

For you, real people are only the people
Who think and look like you
But just follow the tracks of a stranger
Then you will understand and learn something new

Can you hear how the wolf howls under the silver moon?
And do you know why the lynx grins like that?
Can you sing like the voices in the mountains?
Can you paint like the colors of the wind?
Can you paint like the colors of the wind?

Come, run with me in the shadow light of the forests
Taste the sweet berries of this world
Come, roll in their rich diversity
And you will realize that nothing is missing in your life

The rain and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my companions
And everyone turns with it and is connected
With the sun wheel, the ring of eternity
How far do trees grow up?
But if you cut them down
You will never find out

And forgotten are the wolves and the silver moon
And that we are all equal
We must sing like the voice in the mountains
Must paint like the colors of the wind
Foreign land is only foreign if the stranger does not know it
Therefore, it only belongs to the colors of the wind