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歌名: VINCENT

starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray.
星夜下 调色板上只有蓝与灰
look out on a summer's day,with eyes they know the darkness in my soul.
你用那透视我灵魂深处的双眼 望向夏日的天空
shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils,
山上的阴影 衬托出树和水仙的轮廓
catch the breeze and the winter chills,in colors on the snowy linen land.
用雪地斑驳的色彩 捕捉微风和冬日的寒冷
now i understand what you try to say to me,
如今我才明白 你想对我说些什么
how you suffered for your sanity,
你清楚的时候承受了多大的痛苦
how you tried to set them free.
你努力想让他们得到解脱
they would not listen they did not know how,
他们却不予理会 他们也不知道如何面对
perhaps they'll listen now.
也许现在他们会知道
starry, starry night, flaming flower's that brightly blaze.
星夜下 艳丽的花朵燃烧般的怒放
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in vincent's eyes of china blue,
云朵在紫色的雾霭之中旋绕 印在vincent蓝色的瞳孔之中
colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain.
色彩变化万千 清晨胡玻色的田野
weathered faces lined in pain,
饱经风霜的脸上写着痛苦
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
在艺术家灵性的手上得到真实的再现
for they could not love you, but still your love is true
因为他们不能爱你 但你的爱依然真实存在
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry starry night.
星夜下 当心中在没有一丝希望
you took your life, as lovers often do.
你像热恋的人儿般结束了自己的生命
but i could have told you vincent,
但我希望曾经告诉你 vincent
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
这个世界从来就不像你那样美好
starry, starry night, portraits hung in empty halls,
星夜下 空荡荡的大厅里挂着你的画像
frameless heads on nameless walls,
无名的墙上挂着没有边框的头像
with eyes that watch the world and cant forget.
他们看着这世界无法忘记
like the strangers that you've met,
就像你曾经遇到的陌生人
the ragged man in ragged clothes,
衣衫褴褛 面带嘲讽的人
the silver thorn of bloody rose,
血红的玫瑰银色的刺
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
破碎在洁白的雪地上
(chinese & english)

Stary, stary 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 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.
How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.


Stary, stary night, flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze.
Swirling clouds in voilet 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.
How you suffered for your sanity. 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 is true.
And when no hope was left in sight 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.


Stary, stary 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 men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn of bloody rose.
Lie crushen and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know. What you tried to say to me.
How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did list'ning still.
Perhaps they never will

Vincent

Vincent--Don McLean 溏心風暴插曲

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've 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 men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know
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're not listening still--
Perhaps they never will.

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've 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 men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know
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're not listening still--
Perhaps they never will.

係SAXOPHONE
果首係STARRY NIGHT~

LYRIC..
Stary, stary 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 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.
How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.


Stary, stary night, flaming flow'rs that brightly blaze.
Swirling clouds in voilet 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.
How you suffered for your sanity. 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 is true.
And when no hope was left in sight 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.


Stary, stary 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 men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn of bloody rose.
Lie crushen and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know. What you tried to say to me.
How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did list'ning still.
Perhaps they never will

Vincent--Don McLean 溏心風暴插曲

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've 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 men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know
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're not listening still--
Perhaps they never will.