Song | Vincent |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | Legendary Don McLean |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McLean |
[00:00.12] | 作词 : McLean |
[00:00.37] | Starry, starry night |
[00:05.06] | paint your palette blue and grey |
[00:09.58] | look out on a summer's day |
[00:13.25] | with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. |
[00:17.43] | Shadows on the hills |
[00:21.93] | sketch the trees and the daffodils |
[00:27.02] | catch the breeze and the winter chills |
[00:30.72] | in colors on the snowy linen land. |
[00:37.01] | And now I understand |
[00:41.50] | what you tried to say to me |
[00:46.19] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[00:51.41] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[00:54.20] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[01:00.22] | perhaps they'll listen now. |
[01:05.45] | Starry starry night |
[01:10.20] | flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
[01:15.22] | swirling clouds in violet haze |
[01:19.16] | reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue. |
[01:23.25] | Colors changing hue |
[01:28.23] | morning fields of amber grain |
[01:33.05] | weathered faces lined in pain |
[01:37.19] | are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand. |
[01:41.76] | And now I understand |
[01:46.47] | what you tried to say to me |
[01:50.83] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[01:55.81] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[01:58.70] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[02:04.33] | perhaps they'll listen now. |
[02:07.25] | For they could not love you |
[02:11.57] | but still your love was true |
[02:16.60] | and when no hope was left in sight on that |
[02:22.09] | starry starry night |
[02:23.36] | You took your life as lovers often do, |
[02:28.95] | But I could have told you Vincent |
[02:32.55] | this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |
[02:41.67] | Starry starry night |
[02:46.63] | portraits hung in empty halls |
[02:51.50] | frameless heads on nameless walls |
[02:55.52] | with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. |
[02:59.66] | Like the stranger that you've met |
[03:03.88] | the ragged men in ragged clothes |
[03:08.59] | the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
[03:12.45] | lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
[03:17.82] | And now I think I know |
[03:22.75] | what you tried to say to me |
[03:27.50] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[03:32.86] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[03:35.68] | They would not listen they're not listening still |
[03:41.86] | perhaps they never will |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McLean |
[00:00.12] | zuò cí : McLean |
[00:00.37] | Starry, starry night |
[00:05.06] | paint your palette blue and grey |
[00:09.58] | look out on a summer' s day |
[00:13.25] | with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. |
[00:17.43] | Shadows on the hills |
[00:21.93] | sketch the trees and the daffodils |
[00:27.02] | catch the breeze and the winter chills |
[00:30.72] | in colors on the snowy linen land. |
[00:37.01] | And now I understand |
[00:41.50] | what you tried to say to me |
[00:46.19] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[00:51.41] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[00:54.20] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[01:00.22] | perhaps they' ll listen now. |
[01:05.45] | Starry starry night |
[01:10.20] | flaming flowers that brightly blaze |
[01:15.22] | swirling clouds in violet haze |
[01:19.16] | reflect in Vincent' s eyes of China blue. |
[01:23.25] | Colors changing hue |
[01:28.23] | morning fields of amber grain |
[01:33.05] | weathered faces lined in pain |
[01:37.19] | are smoothed beneath the artist' s loving hand. |
[01:41.76] | And now I understand |
[01:46.47] | what you tried to say to me |
[01:50.83] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[01:55.81] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[01:58.70] | They would not listen they did not know how |
[02:04.33] | perhaps they' ll listen now. |
[02:07.25] | For they could not love you |
[02:11.57] | but still your love was true |
[02:16.60] | and when no hope was left in sight on that |
[02:22.09] | starry starry night |
[02:23.36] | You took your life as lovers often do, |
[02:28.95] | But I could have told you Vincent |
[02:32.55] | this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. |
[02:41.67] | Starry starry night |
[02:46.63] | portraits hung in empty halls |
[02:51.50] | frameless heads on nameless walls |
[02:55.52] | with eyes that watch the world and can' t forget. |
[02:59.66] | Like the stranger that you' ve met |
[03:03.88] | the ragged men in ragged clothes |
[03:08.59] | the silver thorn of bloddy rose |
[03:12.45] | lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. |
[03:17.82] | And now I think I know |
[03:22.75] | what you tried to say to me |
[03:27.50] | and how you suffered for your sanity |
[03:32.86] | and how you tried to set them free. |
[03:35.68] | They would not listen they' re not listening still |
[03:41.86] | perhaps they never will |