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 Of clouds You believe that the earth belongs to you entirely For you, it's just a carpet of dust I know that stone, bird and flowers Have a life, have a mind and a heart For you, the stranger wears the name of a man Only if he looks like you and thinks in your way But walking in his footsteps, you wonder Are you sure deep inside to be right? Do you understand the song of hope Of the wolf that dies of love? The cry of the wild cat on the little day Do you hear the spirits of the mountain singing? Can you paint in a thousand colors the air of the wind? Can you paint in a thousand colors the air of the wind? Let's run in the forests of gold and light Let's share the fruits of life The earth offers us its treasures, its mysteries Happiness here has no price I am the daughter of the torrents, sister of the rivers The loutre and the hero are my friends And we all turn together through the days In a circle, an infinite round Nao, the golden stigmata Like the royal eagles, they throne imperial The creatures of nature need pure air And whatever the color of their skin Let's all sing the songs of the mountain Dreaming of being able to paint the air of the wind Dreaming of being able to paint the air of the wind But the earth is only dust As long as man does not know how He can paint in a thousand colors The air of the wind © transcript Emily Beynon