歌词在这里，是写给全人类的，虽然只是卡通，却有震撼灵魂的力量

是从网上搜的，翻译不分不看也罢。

Colors of the Wind 风之色彩
Think you own whatever land you land on
你觉得你拥有你所驻足的每一方土地,
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
大地只不过是你能占有的死物。
But I know every rock and tree and creature
但我知道每块石头、每棵树、每个生物,
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
都有生命,有灵性,有名字。
Think the only people who are people
你以为外表与思考方式与你同出一辙的
Are the people who look and think like you 才称之为人类,
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
但假如你跟随陌生人的脚步,
You learn things you never knew
你就会有意想不到的收获。
You never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
你可曾听到,野狼向着冷月哀嚎?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned
可曾询问,山猫为何咧嘴而笑?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
你能否与大山的声音彼此唱和?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
你能否绘尽风的万种颜色?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
has a life has a spirit has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
Youll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why be grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they‘re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a cirle in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why be grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it down then youll never know
And you‘ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copperskinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All youll own is earth untill
You can paint with all the colors of the wind