Song | Vincent |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | Rearview Mirror |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McLean |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : McLean |
[00:03.870] | Starry, starry night |
[00:05.470] | paint your palette blue and grey |
[00:10.420] | look out on a summer's day |
[00:13.610] | with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. |
[00:17.840] | Shadows on the hills |
[00:22.210] | sketch the trees and the daffodils |
[00:27.240] | catch the breeze and the winter chills |
[00:31.030] | in colors on the snowy linen land. |
[00:37.520] | And now I understand |
[00:42.010] | what you tried to say to me |
[00:46.740] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[00:51.570] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[00:54.620] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[01:00.120] | perhaps they'll listen now. |
[01:05.790] | Starry starry night |
[01:10.440] | flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
[01:15.680] | swirling clouds in violet haze |
[01:19.350] | reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. |
[01:23.710] | Colors changing hue |
[01:28.210] | morning fields of amber grain |
[01:33.420] | weathered faces lined in pain |
[01:37.520] | are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. |
[01:41.790] | And now I understand |
[01:46.640] | what you tried to say to me |
[01:50.510] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[01:55.840] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[01:58.610] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[02:03.940] | perhaps they'll listen now. |
[02:07.450] | For they could not love you |
[02:11.760] | but still your love was true |
[02:16.580] | and when no hope was left in sight on that |
[02:20.960] | starry starry night. |
[02:23.440] | You took your life as lovers often do, |
[02:28.520] | But I could have told you Vincent |
[02:32.620] | this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |
[02:41.930] | Starry starry night |
[02:46.570] | portraits hung in empty halls |
[02:51.690] | frameless heads on nameless walls |
[02:55.500] | with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |
[02:59.380] | Like the stranger that you've met |
[03:04.140] | the ragged men in ragged clothes |
[03:08.680] | the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
[03:12.180] | lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
[03:17.620] | And now I think I know |
[03:22.570] | what you tried to say to me |
[03:27.110] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[03:32.670] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[03:35.490] | They would not listen they're not listening still |
[03:41.480] | perhaps they never will. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McLean |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : McLean |
[00:03.870] | Starry, starry night |
[00:05.470] | paint your palette blue and grey |
[00:10.420] | look out on a summer' s day |
[00:13.610] | with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. |
[00:17.840] | Shadows on the hills |
[00:22.210] | sketch the trees and the daffodils |
[00:27.240] | catch the breeze and the winter chills |
[00:31.030] | in colors on the snowy linen land. |
[00:37.520] | And now I understand |
[00:42.010] | what you tried to say to me |
[00:46.740] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[00:51.570] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[00:54.620] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[01:00.120] | perhaps they' ll listen now. |
[01:05.790] | Starry starry night |
[01:10.440] | flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
[01:15.680] | swirling clouds in violet haze |
[01:19.350] | reflect in Vincent' s eyes of China blue. |
[01:23.710] | Colors changing hue |
[01:28.210] | morning fields of amber grain |
[01:33.420] | weathered faces lined in pain |
[01:37.520] | are smoothed beneath the artist' s loving hand. |
[01:41.790] | And now I understand |
[01:46.640] | what you tried to say to me |
[01:50.510] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[01:55.840] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[01:58.610] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[02:03.940] | perhaps they' ll listen now. |
[02:07.450] | For they could not love you |
[02:11.760] | but still your love was true |
[02:16.580] | and when no hope was left in sight on that |
[02:20.960] | starry starry night. |
[02:23.440] | You took your life as lovers often do, |
[02:28.520] | But I could have told you Vincent |
[02:32.620] | this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |
[02:41.930] | Starry starry night |
[02:46.570] | portraits hung in empty halls |
[02:51.690] | frameless heads on nameless walls |
[02:55.500] | with eyes that watch the world and can' t forget. |
[02:59.380] | Like the stranger that you' ve met |
[03:04.140] | the ragged men in ragged clothes |
[03:08.680] | the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
[03:12.180] | lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
[03:17.620] | And now I think I know |
[03:22.570] | what you tried to say to me |
[03:27.110] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[03:32.670] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[03:35.490] | They would not listen they' re not listening still |
[03:41.480] | perhaps they never will. |