Cores do Vento (Portugal)

You think I'm a savage
And you know the world
But I can't believe it
I can't believe it
How wild it may be
If you don't see around you (around you)

You think this land belongs to you
That the world is a dead being but you will see
May every stone, plant or creature
It is alive and has a soul, it is a being

You only value people
Who think like you without opposing
But follow in the footsteps of a stranger
And you will have a thousand surprises of splendor

Have you heard the wolf howling in the blue moonlight?
Or why the lynx laughs with disdain
You know how to come and sing with the voices of the mountain
And paint with as many colors as the wind has
And paint with as many colors as the wind has

Come discover the forest trails
Taste the sweet blackberry and its flavor
Rolling in the midst of so much wealth
And not wanting to question its value

I am the sister of the river and the wind
The heron, the otter are just like me
We live so connected to each other
In this arc, in this endless circle

How tall is the tree?
If you knock it down, no one will know

You'll never hear the wolf under the blue moon
What does it matter what color someone's skin is?
We have to sing with the voices of the mountain
And paint with as many colors as the wind has
But you'll only get it
This land to own
If you paint it with how many colors does the wind have