Vincent

Starry starry night

繁星點(diǎn)點(diǎn)的夜晚

Paint your palette blue and grey

把顏料調(diào)成灰白和淡藍(lán)

Look out on a summers day

往窗外看那個(gè)夏日的時(shí)光

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

你的眼，將我靈魂里的陰郁看穿

Shadows on the hills

山巒上的影子

Sketch the trees and the daffodils

勾勒樹(shù)叢和水仙花

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

捕捉微風(fēng)和冬日冰寒

In colors on the snowy linen land

在覆蓋亞麻地的雪色上呈現(xiàn)

And now I understand

現(xiàn)在我才明白

What you tried to say to me

你想告訴我什么話語(yǔ)

And how you suffered for your sanity

你為無(wú)人相知倍受摧殘

And how you tried to set them free

你曾多么想讓他們釋放

They would not listen they did not know how

沒(méi)人愿意聆聽(tīng)，沒(méi)人能夠懂得

Perhaps theyll listen now

也許只有到了今天

Starry starry night

繁星點(diǎn)點(diǎn)的夜晚

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

殷紅的鮮花，恍若明亮的焰火

Swirling clouds in violet haze

漩渦形的云彩，籠罩紫色的輕煙

Reflect in Vincents eyes of China blue

映照在梵高湛藍(lán)的瞳孔

Colors changing hue

色調(diào)隨著顏色演變

Morning fields of amber grain

黎明的原野，琥珀色的稻田

Weathered faces lined in pain

風(fēng)化的大地痙攣般褶皺

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

鐘情的畫(huà)筆，將它撫摸

And now I understand

現(xiàn)在我才明白

What you tried to say to me

你想告訴我什么話語(yǔ)

And how you suffered for your sanity

你為無(wú)人相知倍受摧殘

And how you tried to set them free

你曾多么想讓他們釋放

They would not listen they did not know how

沒(méi)人愿意聆聽(tīng)，沒(méi)人能夠懂得

Perhaps theyll listen now

也許只有到了今天

For they could not love you

沒(méi)有人曾愛(ài)戴于你

But still your love was true

但你的柔情始終切切

And when no hope was left in sight on that

看不到了希望，在那個(gè)

Starry starry night

繁星點(diǎn)點(diǎn)的夜晚

You took your life as lovers often do

你結(jié)束自己的生命，失去愛(ài)的怨侶

But I could have told you Vincent

假如我在，梵高，我要對(duì)你說(shuō)

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

完美如你，這個(gè)世界從未懂得挽留

Starry starry night

繁星點(diǎn)點(diǎn)的夜晚

Portraits hung in empty halls

空虛的展廳懸掛起肖像

Frameless heads on nameless walls

無(wú)框的頭像，擺在不起眼的墻頭

With eyes that watch the world and cant forget

眼睜睜看這世間，難以抑止的留戀

Like the stranger that youve met

和那些看你的陌生人沒(méi)什么不同

The ragged men in ragged clothes

貧乏的面孔襤褸的衣裳

The silver thorn of bloody rose

血紅的玫瑰，帶著銀輝的花刺

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

彎折、壓碎，覆蓋上無(wú)瑕的雪

And now I think I know

現(xiàn)在我才明白

What you tried to say to me

你想告訴我什么話語(yǔ)

And how you suffered for your sanity

你為無(wú)人相知倍受摧殘

And how you tried to set them free

你曾多么想將他們釋放

They would not listen they're not listening still

沒(méi)人愿意聆聽(tīng)，直到現(xiàn)在

Perhaps they never will

也許永遠(yuǎn)沒(méi)人懂得