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原帖由 ktwu2005 於 2008-8-26 23:30 發表 
其實, 第二首歌唱緊乜, 有無歌詞
Starry starry night 星光 星光閃耀的夜晚
paint your palette blue and grey 讓調色板描繪出你深深地憂郁和晦暗
look out on a summer's day 面朝著夏日的白晝
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul 讓那雙洞察我靈魂深處的眼睛
Shadows on the hills 勾勒出丘陵的投影
sketch the trees and the daffodils 描繪那樹叢和水仙花
catch the breeze and the winter chills 捕捉微風和冬季的寒意
in colors on the snowy linen land 在這如雪般的畫布上
And now I understand 而此刻我才懂得
what you tried to say to me 你想對我訴說的那些故事
and how you suffered for your sanity 你因深深的思索而承受著苦悶
and how you tried to set them free 你因賦予思想自由而所做的一切
They would not listen 可是，那些人不會聽到
they did not know how 因為他們無法體會
perhaps they'll listen now 又或許 他們現在才知道
Starry starry night 星光 星光閃耀的夜晚
flaming flowers that brightly blaze 那些如烈焰般綻放的花兒
swirling clouds in violet haze 那些在紫羅蘭的薄霧中旋轉的雲朵
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue 都在Vincent瓷器一樣湛藍的眸子裏
Colors changing hue 變幻著色彩
morning fields of amber grain 清晨琥珀色的原野
weathered faces lined in pain 風化了的臉孔鐫刻著的痛楚
are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand 畫家用深情手去撫慰那些憂傷
And now I understand 而此刻我才懂得
what you tried to say to me 你想對我訴說的那些故事
and how you suffered for your sanity 你因深深的思索而承受著苦悶
and how you tried to set them free 你因賦予思想自由而所做的一切
They would not listen 可是，那些人不會聽到
they did not know how 因為他們無法體會
perhaps they'll listen now 又或許 他們現在才知道
For they could not love you 儘管他們並不愛你
but still your love was true 可你的愛卻是如此真實
and when no hope was left in sight on that 在那個只有絕望的星夜
starry starry night 你帶走了自己的生命
You took your life as lovers often do 就像殉情的愛人一樣
But I could have told you Vincent 然而 我必須告訴你真相 文森特
this world was never meant for one 這世界上不會再有什麽
as beautiful as you 如你一般的美好
Starry starry night 星光，星光閃耀的夜
portraits hung in empty halls 那些肖像懸掛在空寂的大廳裏
frameless heads 一幅幅沒有畫框的頭像
on nameless walls 在一面面不知名的墻壁上
with eyes that watch the world 用他們那令人難忘的眼睛
and can't forget 註視著這個世界
Like the stranger that you've met 就像你曾遭遇到的陌生人
the ragged men in ragged clothes 邋遢男人們穿著襤褸的衣衫
the silver thorn of bloddy rose 血紅的玫瑰中銀白的荊刺
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow 就像是躺在聖潔的雪地裏
And now I think I know 而此刻我才懂得
what you tried to say to me 你想對我訴說的那些故事
and how you suffered for your sanity 因深深的思索而承受著苦悶
and how you tried to set them free 因賦予思想自由而所做的一切
They would not listen 可是，那些人不會聽到
they're not listening still 他們依舊不會聽到
perhaps they never will 又或許 他們永遠不會知道
梵谷 (Vincent Van Gogh) 是Don McLean喜愛的畫家，其所唱的這首 Vincent 道出了梵谷無奈的人生。
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