Not quite the same Warna-warna Angin

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 croc roar at the setting sun
Or asked the hiding bearcat why he hid?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Come run the obvious mud trails of the mangroves
Come taste the thorny durians 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 egret and the civet are my friends
And we are all connected
In a cirle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the croc roar at the setting sun
Or let the eagle tell you there he's been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

How high does the tualang grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the croc roar at the setting sun
For whether we are white or coffee-skinned
We just sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colours of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all colours of the wind

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(So did you spot the differences?)

The amazing things that happen when a half-asleep girl comments that her breakfasting friends might see the same painting yet regard it differently.


Six days in Sabah. Coming soon.