Google Translate Sings: “Colors of The Wind” from Pocahontas lyrics

You think I do not know what barbarians
If there is a lot of space, and
I think it should be like
However I can not see
If me is the wild one
There are many they are not using?
I do not know

I am also a land
Of the dead you ask
However I know animals, trees and rocks and all
The name of the life, of the soul

I think as the sole person
I want people to see that it
But if you have one is to follow in the footsteps of a stranger
You do not know that you do not know you know that they

Sometimes the wolf heard the cries of the Silver ever
Bobcats... are you smiling?
Also the voice of the mountain can sing
Color is the air that you can calculate you think?
Color is the air that you can calculate you think?

I appreciate the hidden jungle races
I land a sweet fruity taste
Watch the bouncing of wealth around you all
This time I did not know it's value
As the brother of my rivers and heavy rain
Otters and bungalows friend
We are all connected to one another
Infinite face

In particular digit growth rate
You are cut
You will not feel
And hear the Silver door
Do not cry wolf
In fact, copper colored or white
We sing the sounds of the mountain
You should keep in mind the color of the wind

You can also inherit the earth
Until the earth is all you have
When you paint the color
Of your
Air can