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Vanessa Williams - Colours Of The Wind
You think you own whatever land you land on
´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹âÀº ¶¥Àº ¸ðµÎ ´ç½Å °ÍÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢Çϳª¿ä
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
¶¥À̶õ ±×Àú Á×¾îÀÖ´Â °Å¶ó°í ÁÖÀåÇϰÚÁÒ
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
¸ðµç µ¹°ú ³ª¹«¿Í »ý¹°µéÀÌ »ý¸í, ¿µÈ¥, À̸§ÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù´Â°É ³ ¾Ë¾Æ¿ä
You think the only people,
who are people Are the people who look and think like you?
´ç½ÅÀº ´ç½Å °°ÀÌ »ý±â°í ´ç½Å °°ÀÌ »ý°¢ÇÏ´Â °Í¸¸ »ç¶÷À̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇϰÚÁÒ
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn the things you never knew, you never knew
³¸¼± ¹ßÀÚ±¹À» µû¶ó °È´Ùº¸¸é ´ç½ÅÀÌ °áÄÚ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇß´ø°É ¹è¿ì°Ô µÉ°Å¿¡¿ä
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
´Á´ë°¡ Ǫ¸¥ ´ÞÀ» ÇâÇØ ¿ì´Â ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾îº¸¾Ò³ª¿ä
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
¾Æ´Ï¸é ÈñÁװŸ®´Â »ìÄéÀÌ¿¡°Ô ¿Ö ¿ô³Ä°í ¹°¾îº¸´Â °Ç¿ä
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
»êÀÌ ¸¸µé¾î ³½ ¼Ò¸®¿¡ ¸ÂÃç ³ë·¡¸¦ ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ ºû±ò·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?
Come run the hidden pine trails, of the forest
À̸®¿Í ¼û¾î ÀÖ´Â ½£ÀÇ ¼Ò³ª¹« ±æÀ» ¶Ù¾îºÁ¿ä
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
žçºûÀ¸·Î ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ´ëÁöÀÇ µþ±â ¸Àµµ º¸¼¼¿ä
Come roll in all the riches,
all around you And for once, never wonder what they"re worth
ÁÖÀ§ÀÇ Ç³¿ä·Î¿î ÀÚ¿¬ ¼ÓÀ» µß±¼¸ç ±×°ÍÀÌ ¾ó¸¶³ª ¼ÒÁßÇÑÁö ÀǽÉÄ¡ ¸»¾Æ¿ä
The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers
ÆøÇ³¿ì¿Í °Àº ³» ÇüÁ¦¿¡¿ä
The heron and the otter are my friends
¿Ö°¡¸®¿Í ¼ö´ÞÀº ³» Ä£±¸±¸¿ä
And we are all connected, to each other In a circle
in a hoop that never ends
³¡ ¾ø´Â ¿ø ¾È¿¡, ±× Å׵θ® ¾È¿¡ ¿ì¸° ¼·Î¼·Î À̾îÁ® ÀÖ¾î¿ä
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
´Á´ë°¡ Ǫ¸¥ ´ÞÀ» ÇâÇØ ¿ì´Â ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾îº¸¾Ò³ª¿ä
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
¾Æ´Ï¸é ÈñÁװŸ®´Â »ìÄéÀÌ¿¡°Ô ¿Ö ¿ô³Ä°í ¹°¾îº¸´Â °Ç¿ä
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
»êÀÌ ¸¸µé¾î ³½ ¼Ò¸®¿¡ ¸ÂÃç ³ë·¡¸¦ ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ ºû±ò·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ³ª¿ä?
How high does a sycamore grow?
ÇöóŸ³Ê½º°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ³ôÀÌ ÀÚ¶ö±î¿ä?
If you cut it down, then you"ll never know
±×°É º£¾î¹ö¸°´Ù¸é °áÄÚ ¾Ë ¼ö ¾ø°ÚÁÒ.
And you"ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
±×¸®°í °áÄÚ ´Á´ë°¡ Ǫ¸¥ ´ÞºûÀ» ÇâÇØ ¿ì´Â °É µèÁö ¸øÇϰÚÁÒ
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
¿ì¸®ÀÇ ÇǺΰ¡ ÇϾéµç ±¸¸´ºûÀÌµç ¿ì¸° »êÀÇ ¿ï¸²À» µû¶ó ³ë·¡¸¦ ºÒ·¯¾ß ÇØ¿ä
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
¿ì¸®´Â ¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×·Á¾ß ÇØ¿ä
You can own the Earth and still, All you"ll own is Earth until
´ç½ÅÀº ´ëÁö¸¦ ǰÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ°í ¿ÀÁ÷ ´ëÁö¸¸À» ǰÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¿ä
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
´ç½ÅÀÌ ¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ ºû±ò·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖÀ» ¶§±îÁö
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