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

You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

在無(wú)盡的蒼穹之下

我仰望那片蔚藍(lán)

風(fēng)穿過(guò)沉默的山谷

帶走昨日的憂傷

鷹翼掠過(guò)云端

自由在遠(yuǎn)方呼喚

每一步都是朝圣

向著光的方向

Blue sky, carry my soul

帶我穿越邊界

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風(fēng)過(guò)荒原，鷹墜懸崖

最后一滴血，滲入黃沙

骨笛嗚咽，喚不回駿馬

圖騰褪色，在月光下

我站在這里，以沉默為甲

用祖先的語(yǔ)言，與孤獨(dú)對(duì)話

當(dāng)鼓聲漸遠(yuǎn)，世界太大

一個(gè)名字，被風(fēng)輕輕擦去

——莫西干，莫西干

最后的回聲，落進(jìn)歷史的裂縫里