Starry starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

* Now I understand
what you try 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 you 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

REPEAT *

For they could not love you
But still your love was ture
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 stranger that you're met
The ragged man in ragged cloth
A silver thorn in a blood rose
Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you try 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

那夜繁星点点，
你在画板上涂抹着灰与蓝。
夏日里轻瞥一眼
便将我灵魂的阴霾洞穿。

暗影铺满群山，
树木与水仙花点缀其间，
用雪原斑驳的色彩，
捕捉着微风与料峭冬寒。

* 我终于读懂了，
你当时的肺腑之言。
独醒于众人间的你是那么痛苦，
你多想解开被禁锢者的系绊。
可他们却充耳不闻，
对你视若不见。
也许，现在听还为时不晚 *

那夜繁星点点，
鲜花盛放，火般绚烂
紫幕轻垂，云舒云卷。
都逃不过文森特湛蓝的双眼

色彩变化万千，
清晨琥珀色的谷田，
张张饱经风霜与苦痛的脸，
在画家笔下渐渐舒展。

重复 *

他们根本不会在乎你，
你对他们的爱却未曾改变。
当最后一点希望都一去不返，
在那繁星点点的夜晚，
你愤然结束自己的生命， 如热恋中盲目的人儿一般。
文森特，我本该告诉你。
像你这样美好的灵魂， 本就不该来这肮脏的世间。

那夜繁星点点，
空旷的大厅里画作高悬。
无名的墙上无框的肖像，
用注视整个世界的双眼， 把一切刻在心田。
就像你曾遇见的匆匆过客，
褴褛的人身着破烂的衣衫。
血红玫瑰上银白的利刺，
零落成泥、摧折寸断， 散落于皑皑雪间。

我想我现在懂了， 你当时的肺腑之言。
独醒于众人间的你是那么痛苦，
你多想解开被禁锢者的系绊。
而他们根本不会去听，
此刻，仍无人在听
也许，永远。