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 繁星、繁星的夜 调色板上的蓝和灰 四周充满了夏天滋味 你有一双能透视我灵魂暗处的眼睛
Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land 山丘上的阴影 勾勒出树和水仙花 在冬日戚冷的寒风中 你给雪白亚麻布涂上绚丽的颜色
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 如今我懂得了 你试着想告诉我什么 你的敏感让你多苦痛 你多么想试着放手 他们不会听也不想知道为什么 或不定现在会了
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 繁星、繁星的夜 燃烧的鲜花正盛开 紫色薄雾上云朵儿缭绕 反映出文森特中国兰的眼眸 颜色变了色调 清早土地上琥珀色稻谷 饱经风霜的脸上皱纹漫布 在你充满爱意的手下慢慢舒展
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 如今我懂得了 你试着想告诉我什么 你的敏感让你多苦痛 你多么想试着放手 他们不会听也不想知道为什么 或不定现在会了
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 have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you 相信他们不会爱你 但是你的爱是那么真 当没有剩下什么希望 在这繁星、繁星的夜 你夺去了生命像爱者惯做的一样 我要告诉你的,文森特 这个世界不如你画作中的那么绚烂
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 繁星、繁星的夜 空厅里挂着你的肖像 无名的墙上无框的画 看着这世界,你眼睛从不遗忘什么 正如你碰到的陌生人 破旧的衣裳潦倒的人 血色的玫瑰上银色的刺 就这样在初雪上铺陈开
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 如今我觉得我懂了 你试着想告诉我什么 你的敏感让你多苦痛 你多么想试着放手 他们不会听也没有在听 或许他们永远也不听... |