You think I'm an ignorant savage
³Ê´Â ³»°¡ ¹«ÁöÇÑ ¾ß¸¸ÀÎÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÏ°ÚÁö.
And you've been so many places
±×¸®°í ³Ê´Â ¼ö¾øÀÌ ¸¹Àº °÷¿¡ °¡ º¸¾ÒÀ»°Å¾ß.
I guess it must be so
ºÐ¸í ±×·²°ÍÀ̶ó°í, ³ªµµ »ý°¢ÇØ.
But still I cannot see
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ¾ÆÁ÷µµ ¸ð¸£°Ú¾î.
If the savage one is me
¸¸¾à ¾ß¸¸Àεé Áß Çϳª°¡ ³ª¶ó¸é,
How can there be so much that you don't know?
¾î¶»°Ô ³×°¡ ¸ð¸£´Â °ÍÀÌ ±×·¸°Ô ¸¹À» ¼ö ÀÖ´Â °ÅÁö?
You don't know...
³×°¡ ¸ð¸£´Â °ÍÀÌ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
³Í ³×°¡ ¼± °÷ÀÌ ¶¥ÀÏ »ÓÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÏ°ÚÁö.
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
±×Àú ¶¥Àº Á×Àº °ÍÀÏ »ÓÀ̶ó°í ÁÖÀåÇҰžß.
But I know every rock and tree and creature
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ¸ðµç ¹ÙÀ§¿Í, ³ª¹«¿Í, »ý¸íµéÀ» ¾Ë¾Æ.
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
»îÀÌ ÀÖ°í, ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ ÀÖ°í, À̸§ÀÌ ÀÖ¾î.
You think the only people who are people
³Í ³×°¡ »ý°¢ÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÁøÂ¥ »ç¶÷ÀÏ »ÓÀ̶ó°í »ý°¢ÇÏ°ÚÁö.
Are the people who look and think like you
³Êó·³ »ý±â°í, ³Êó·³ »ý°¢ÇÏ´Â »ç¶÷µéÀÌ.
But if you walk the footsteps of the stranger
ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³×°¡ ŽÇè°¡ÀÇ ¹ßÀÚ±¹À» ¹âÀ¸¸ç °È´Â´Ù¸é
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
³Í ³×°¡ °áÄÚ ¸ð¸£´ø °ÍµéÀ» ¾Ë°Ô µÉ °Å¾ß.
Have you ever heard a wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
³Í ´Á´ë°¡ Ǫ¸¥ Ãʽ´ÞÀ» ÇâÇØ ¿ïºÎ¢´Â ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾îº» Àû ÀÖ´Ï?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
¾Æ´Ï¸é, °¡¸£¶û°Å¸®´Â »ê°í¾çÀÌ°¡ ¿Ö ±×·¯´ÂÁö ¹°¾îº» Àû ÀÖ´Ï?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
³Í »êÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¿Í ÇÔ²² ³ë·¡ºÎ¸¦ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ï?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
³Í ¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ´Ï?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
³Í ¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ´Ï?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
½£ ¼ÓÀÇ ¼û°ÜÁø ±æÀ» µû¶ó ¶Ù¾î ºÁ.
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
´ëÁö°¡ ³»·ÁÁØ ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ¿¸ÅµéÀ» ¸ÀºÁ.
Come roll in all the riches all around you
³× ÁÖÀ§¿¡ ÆîÃÄÁø ¼ö¸¹Àº Çعٶó±âµé »çÀÌ¿¡¼ µß±¼¾îºÁ.
And for once, never wonder, what they're worth
³×°¡ ÇÑ ¹øµµ ²Þ²ÙÁö ¸øÇß´ø, ±×µéÀÌ ÃÖ°í¶ó´Â »ç½ÇÀ» ¾Ë°Ô µÉ °Å¾ß.
The rainstorms and the rivers are my brothers
Æødz¿ìµé°ú °µéÀº ³ªÀÇ ÇüÁ¦¾ß.
The herons and the others are my friends
»õµé°ú ´Ù¸¥ °ÍµéÀº ³» Ä£±¸µéÀÌÁö.
And we are all connected each other
±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®´Â ¸ðµÎ Çϳª·Î À̾îÁ® ÀÖ¾î.
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
°áÄÚ ³¡³ªÁö ¾Ê´Â ÇϳªÀÇ ¿ø ¼Ó¿¡¼.
How high does the cicamore grow?
¼Ò³ª¹«°¡ ¾ó¸¶³ª ³ô°Ô ÀÚ¶ó´Ï?
If you cut it down, then you're never know
¸¸¾à ³×°¡ ±×°É À߶ó¹ö¸°´Ù¸é, ³Í °áÄÚ ¾ËÁö ¸øÇØ.
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
±×¸®°í ³Í ´Á´ë°¡ Ǫ¸¥ Ãʽ´ÞÀ» ÇâÇØ ¿ïºÎ¢´Â °É Àý´ë µèÁö ¸øÇҰžß.
For wheather we are white or copper skinned
¿ì¸®°¡ ÇϾá ÇǺθ¦ °¡Á³µç, ±×·¸Áö ¸øÇϵç.
Need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
»êÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¿Í ÇÔ²² ³ë·¡ÇÒ ÁÙ ¾Ë¾Æ¾ß ÇØ.
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ÀÖ¾î¾ß ÇØ.
You can on the Earth, and still, on your own is Earth, untill,
³Í ¾ÆÁ÷ ¶¥ À§¿¡ ÀÖ°í, ¶¥À» ¼ÒÀ¯ÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇÏ°ÚÁö.
You can't paint with all the colors of the wind
±×·¸´Ù¸é, ³Í ¹Ù¶÷ÀÇ »öÀ¸·Î ±×¸²À» ±×¸± ¼ö ¾ø¾î..