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Vincent

Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside on that
starry starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
A silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
That how you suffered for your sanity
And how you try to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will



文森特

星夜 把你的调色板涂抹成灰蓝
这个夏天 仿佛我的灵魂里望着黑暗的眼睛
勾画山岗的阴影描绘树和水仙
抓住微风 把冬天用颜色变冷
留在雪白的亚麻布上

现在我明白了 你想对我说什么
你曾怎样为你的神智清明忍受痛苦
你曾怎样努力释放它们
而人们不理会
他们不知道很久以后的现在
他们会多么想听到这些

星夜 燃烧的向日葵火焰明媚
它们使云旋动在紫色的阴霾里
映衬在文森特那中国蓝的眼睛上
早上色彩变幻如琥珀谷类的牧场
风化的脸痛苦刻在纹理中
一切都被艺术家悲悯的手安慰

现在我明白了 你想对我说什么
你曾怎样为你的神智清明忍受痛苦
你曾怎样努力释放它们
而人们不理会
他们不知道很久以后的现在
他们会多么想听到这些

尽管当时人们未曾爱戴你
但你的爱依旧真实
在那个看不到任何希望的星夜
你杀死了自己 让生命中的爱永恒
现在我能不能告诉你 文森特 这个世界
从未有像你同样完美的人

星夜 你的肖像悬挂在大厅的一面无名墙壁上
你以无法忘怀的眼神看着世界上的一切
就象那些你见过的穿破烂衣服的
收旧货的陌生人 银棘刺和血玫瑰
谎言捻碎洁白无暇的雪

现在我明白
你想对我说什么
你曾怎样为你的神智清明忍受痛苦
你曾怎样努力释放它们
而人们不理会
他们不知道很久以后的现在
他们会多么想听到这些 Vincent.mp3

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