LogoLogo

Colors of The Wind - Pocahontas: a cloze exercise

Colors of The Wind - Pocahontas Scritta da Alan Menkin e Stephen Schwartz, ha vinto nel 1995 l'Oscar per la migliore canzone. Nel film mostra come i nativi americani vedono il mondo che li circonda.

Words and Verbs to insert:

asked= chiesto -- berries= bacche -- bobcat= lince rossa -- cannot= non riesco -- claim= pretendere -- connected= connessi -- copper= ramato -- creature= creatura -- dead= morta -- footsteps= orme -- guess= immagino -- heard= sentito -- hidden= nascosti -- high= in alto -- hoop= circolo -- ignorant= ignorante -- land on= sbarchi -- 'll learn= imparerai -- look= somigliano -- once= una volta -- otter= lontra -- own= possiedi -- rainstorm= temporale -- rock= roccia -- 're worth= valgono -- riches= ricchezze -- savage= selvaggio -- so much= tanto -- spirit= spirito -- still= tuttavia -- sycamore= sicomoro -- taste= assaggiare -- then= allora -- until= finché -- 've been= sei stato
Follow Eamus on Facebook:

You think I'm an savage
And you so many places
I it must be so
But still I see
If the one is me
How can there be
that you don't know?
You don't know ...

You think you whatever land you
The Earth is just a thing you can
But I know every and tree and
Has a life, has a , has a name.
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who and think like you.
But if you walk the of a stranger
You things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or the grinning why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the pine trails of the forest.
Come the sunsweet of the Earth.
Come roll in all the all around you.
And for , never wonder what they .

The and the river are my brothers.
The heron and the are my friends.
And we are all to each other
In a circle, in a that never ends.

How will the grow?
If you cut it down, you'll never know.
And you'll never hear the wolf cry
to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and
All you'll own is Earth
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.
[ Show Solutions ] ---- [ Hide Solutions ]
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much
that you don't know?
You don't know ...

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

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest.
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth.
Come roll in all the riches all around you.
And for once, never wonder what they're worth.

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers.
The heron and the otter are my friends.
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends.

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know.
And you'll never hear the wolf cry
to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.