歌词翻译 (英文 → 中文)
Vincent （文森特）
繁星点点的夜晚
为你的调色盘涂上蓝与灰
你在那夏日向外远眺
用你那双能洞察人性灵魂的双眼
暗影铺满群山
树木与水仙花点缀其间
捕捉着微风与寒冷的冬天
用那雪原斑驳的色彩
如今我才明白你想对我倾诉些什么
你为自己的清醒承受了多少折磨
你多么努力想让自己全然超脱
他们却不予理睬
那时他们不知该如何面对
也许现在他们会知道
繁星点点的夜晚
火红的花朵明艳耀眼
紫幕轻垂，云舒云卷
映照在文森特湛蓝的双眼
色彩变化万千
清晨里琥珀色的田野
张张饱经风霜与苦痛的脸
在艺术家的画笔下显得栩栩如生
如今我才明白你想对我倾诉些什么
你为自己的清醒承受了多少折磨
你多么努力想让自己全然超脱
他们却不予理睬
那时他们不知该如何面对
也许现在他们会知道
他们根本不会在乎你
但你的爱却依然真实存在
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，如绝望的恋人们一样
但文森特，我要告诉你
像你这般美好的灵魂，
本不该来这肮脏的世间
繁星点点的夜晚
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，把一切铭记在心
就像你曾遇见的匆匆过客
褴褛的人们穿着破衣烂衫
就像血红玫瑰上的银刺
零落成泥，摧折寸断，散落于皑皑白雪
如今我才明白你想对我倾诉些什么
你为自己的清醒承受了多少折磨
你多么努力想让自己全然超脱
他们却不予理睬
那时他们不知该如何面对
也许他们永远也不会
为你的调色盘涂上蓝与灰
你在那夏日向外远眺
用你那双能洞察人性灵魂的双眼
暗影铺满群山
树木与水仙花点缀其间
捕捉着微风与寒冷的冬天
用那雪原斑驳的色彩
如今我才明白你想对我倾诉些什么
你为自己的清醒承受了多少折磨
你多么努力想让自己全然超脱
他们却不予理睬
那时他们不知该如何面对
也许现在他们会知道
繁星点点的夜晚
火红的花朵明艳耀眼
紫幕轻垂，云舒云卷
映照在文森特湛蓝的双眼
色彩变化万千
清晨里琥珀色的田野
张张饱经风霜与苦痛的脸
在艺术家的画笔下显得栩栩如生
如今我才明白你想对我倾诉些什么
你为自己的清醒承受了多少折磨
你多么努力想让自己全然超脱
他们却不予理睬
那时他们不知该如何面对
也许现在他们会知道
他们根本不会在乎你
但你的爱却依然真实存在
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，如绝望的恋人们一样
但文森特，我要告诉你
像你这般美好的灵魂，
本不该来这肮脏的世间
繁星点点的夜晚
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，把一切铭记在心
就像你曾遇见的匆匆过客
褴褛的人们穿着破衣烂衫
就像血红玫瑰上的银刺
零落成泥，摧折寸断，散落于皑皑白雪
如今我才明白你想对我倾诉些什么
你为自己的清醒承受了多少折磨
你多么努力想让自己全然超脱
他们却不予理睬
那时他们不知该如何面对
也许他们永远也不会
原始歌词 (English)
Vincent
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
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
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting 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 hands
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 was 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
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
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed 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're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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
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
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting 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 hands
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 was 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
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
A silver thorn on a bloody rose
Lie crushed 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're not listening still
Perhaps they never will