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As long as the human being ignores how. But me, I know that the stone, the bird and the flowers. Like the golden eagle, it put itself on top as an emperor. he can paint ,in thousand colors the air of the wind. The tears of the wild cat at dawn?.
But if in your language. And we all go round together, as the days go by. The otter and the heron are my friends. The earth offers us its treasures and mysteries. Can you paint in thousand colors the air of the wind?. We sing all together the songs of the mountain. For you, this is only a carpet of dusts. For you, a stranger is only called a human being. I believe you say it without hostility.
Up there, the sycamore tree sleeps. Are you sure, deep inside yourself, to be right?. Can you hear the song of the spirits of the mountain?. So you mean different from you. In this world, happiness is priceless. Let’s share the ripe fruits of life. You use the word "savage". Let’s run in the forests of gold and light. Have a life, have a spirit and a heart. You think that the entire earth belongs to you.
But when you follow his footsteps you wonder. The creatures of Nature need pure air. But the earth is nothing but dust. You speak to me about my difference. For you I am an ignorant savage. It is because your eyes are full of clouds. Do you understand the hope song of the dying wolf?. Dreaming about painting the wind. If he looks like you and thinks in your own way. I am the daughter of the streams, sister of the rivers.
Can you paint in thousand colors the air of the wind?. And no matter the color of their skins. In a circle, an endless round 87c6bb4a5b
As long as the human being ignores how. But me, I know that the stone, the bird and the flowers. Like the golden eagle, it put itself on top as an emperor. he can paint ,in thousand colors the air of the wind. The tears of the wild cat at dawn?.
But if in your language. And we all go round together, as the days go by. The otter and the heron are my friends. The earth offers us its treasures and mysteries. Can you paint in thousand colors the air of the wind?. We sing all together the songs of the mountain. For you, this is only a carpet of dusts. For you, a stranger is only called a human being. I believe you say it without hostility.
Up there, the sycamore tree sleeps. Are you sure, deep inside yourself, to be right?. Can you hear the song of the spirits of the mountain?. So you mean different from you. In this world, happiness is priceless. Let’s share the ripe fruits of life. You use the word "savage". Let’s run in the forests of gold and light. Have a life, have a spirit and a heart. You think that the entire earth belongs to you.
But when you follow his footsteps you wonder. The creatures of Nature need pure air. But the earth is nothing but dust. You speak to me about my difference. For you I am an ignorant savage. It is because your eyes are full of clouds. Do you understand the hope song of the dying wolf?. Dreaming about painting the wind. If he looks like you and thinks in your own way. I am the daughter of the streams, sister of the rivers.
Can you paint in thousand colors the air of the wind?. And no matter the color of their skins. In a circle, an endless round 87c6bb4a5b
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