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Disney Fandubs - Χρώματα του ανέμου (Chrómata tou anémou) [Colors of the Wind] Лирицс транслатион то енглисх


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Colours of the wind

You look at me as if I'm a savage barbarian
And of course, you're so wise that you're right about everything
But I don't understand how you can find me savage
when to me it's clear that you know nothing
 
Any land you land on, you invade
as though it were lifelessly calling to be plundered
But I know that beasts, trees and rocks
have spirit, life and intelligence
 
You think that the only people that is a people
is the one that looks like yours
But if you track the footsteps of a stranger,
you'll unknowingly learn what you didn't know
 
Do you hear the wolves' cry to the moon?
Have you found out why the stars grin like a cat?
Do you chant with the voice of the mountain's many tales
with the colours of the wind in your soul?
Do you have the colours of the wind in your soul?
 
I'll light up the dark trails of the forest
You'll pick the sunkissed fruits of the earth
Roll in the endless riches
and be content to disregard what you can gain
 
The rivers and storms are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And all of us, in an endless loop
are connected to each other always
 
How high will the oak grow?
If you cut it down, you'll never see
 
And you'll never hear the wolves' cry to the moon
For what does skin colour matter
if you chant with the voice of the mountain's many tales
with the colours of the wind in your soul?
 
You can rule the world, but you'll never reap its fruit, unless
you have the colours of the wind in your soul
 


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O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.