Cores do Vento [Colors of the Wind] [English translation]

If you think this land belong to you

You have lot more to learn about it

Because each and every plant, rock and creature

Is alive and has a soul, is a living being

If you see that only people are alike you

And the others beings aren't worthy

But if you follows the footsteps of a stranger

You'll find a thousand of surprises around you

Have you ever heard a wolf howling to the blue moon

I wonder if you've ever seen a lynx smiling

Are you able to hear the voices of the mountain

And to paint with the colors of the wind

Running along the paths of the forests

Tasting the flavor of the berries

Rolling in much riches

You'll never be able to calculate its worth

The moon, the sun, and the river are my relatives

The heron and the otter are just like me

We are so connected to each other

In the arc, in this neverending circle

Where is the tree going to?

If you cut it down, you'll never know

The wolf will no longer howl to the blue moon

Our skin color don't matter anymore

Let us sing with the beautiful voices of the mountain

And paint with the colors of the wind.

You will only be able

To enjoy this land

If you paint with the colors of the wind