L'air Du Vent

For you, I am the ignorant savage
You speak to me of my difference
I believe without malice
But if in your language
You use the word savage
It's because your eyes are filled with clouds, with clouds

You think the earth belongs entirely to you
To you, it's just a carpet of dust
I know that the stone, the bird, and the flowers
Have a life, have a spirit, and a heart
To you, the stranger is only called a man
If he resembles you and thinks your way
But as you walk in his footsteps, you question yourself
Are you sure, deep down, that you are right?
Do you understand the hopeful song of the wolf dying of love?
The tears of the wild cat at dawn?
Do you hear the spirits of the mountain singing?
Can you paint in a thousand colors the wind's air?
Can you paint in a thousand colors the wind's air?

Let's run in the forests of gold and light
Let's share the ripe fruits of life
The earth offers us these treasures, these mysteries
Happiness here below is priceless
I am the daughter of torrents, sister of rivers
The otter and the heron are my friends
And we all turn together day by day
In a circle, a round to infinity

Up there the sycamore sleeps like the royal eagle, he reigns imperial
The creatures of nature need pure air
No matter the color of their skin
Let's all sing in chorus the songs of the mountain
Dreaming of being able to paint the wind's air
But the earth is only dust as long as man ignores how
He can paint in a thousand colors the air of the wind