Vincent (Song of Van Gogh)
Don mclean's lyrics
A starry night
A starry night
Colour your palette blue and gray.
Draw your drawing board with blue and gray pigments.
Look out in summer.
Looking out in summer
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Can't your eyes see through my soul?
Shadows on the hills
Is the illusion of color,
Draw sketches of trees and daffodils.
On the white linen, in the shadow of the mountains,
Catch the breeze and the cold of winter
Outline the beauty of the Woods and daffodils
On the snowy flax land.
It is windy in spring and cold in winter.
Now I understand.
I finally know.
What you want to say to me
What are you trying to tell me,
And the torture you suffer for your own reason
-How did you suffer when you were awake?
And how you tried to release them.
-How do you want them out?
They don't listen, they don't know how to listen.
But they don't listen or understand.
Maybe they will listen now. ...
However, someone will always listen and understand, right?
A starry night
Starry night,
Bright burning fiery red flowers
Flowers bloom like flames.
Reflected in Vincent's Chinese blue eyes
Reflected in Vincent's green pupils
Color changes hue.
change colour
Morning field of amber grain
Lake-like ears of rice in the field in the early morning
A weather-beaten face wrinkled with pain
And those faces that have been eroded by wind and rain in the distance.
Be comforted by the artist's loving hands.
Enjoy the caress under Vincent's loving hands
Now I understand.
I finally know.
What you want to say to me
What are you trying to tell me,
And the torture you suffer for your own reason
-How did you suffer when you were awake?
And how you tried to release them.
-How do you want them out?
They don't listen, they don't know how to listen.
But they don't listen or understand.
Maybe they will listen now. ...
However, someone will always listen and understand, right?
Because they won't love you.
They will never love you and will never tolerate your unruly behavior.
But your love is real.
Even so, you still love them, and you still love them so sincerely.
When there is no hope in my heart
When the last hope finally escaped
On that starry night
That starry night
You ended your life like a lover.
You also ended your life as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent.
But I can't tell you, Vincent.
The world never belonged to a beautiful person like you. ...
Your beautiful life does not belong to this world.
A starry night
A starry night
The portrait hangs in the empty hall.
The empty hall is an exhibition after many years.
A frameless head on the nameless wall
Your once nameless self-portrait hangs on the nameless wall.
Look at the world with your eyes and don't forget it.
Your eyes are still paying attention to the world and you can't forget it.
Like a stranger you've ever met.
Every stranger you meet.
A man in rags
Those travelers in rags. ...
Silver thorn, a rose with blood.
As a result, the silver thorn on the bloody rose stem was broken.
Lying on the uncultivated snow.
Crushed to powder in the first snow. ...
Now I think I know.
I finally know.
What you want to say to me
What are you trying to tell me?
And the torture you suffer for your own reason
-How did you suffer when you were awake?
And how you tried to release them.
-How do you want them out?
They won't listen, they won't.
They didn't listen to these words.
Listen quietly
They're not listening.
Maybe they will never. ...
Maybe, they will never listen.