《Vincent》
填 词:McLean
谱 曲:McLean
歌曲原唱:Don Mclean
And now I understand
如今我才明白
what you tried to say to me
你想说的是什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
当你清醒时你有多么痛苦
and how you tried to set them free.
你努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen they did not know how
但人们却不理会也不知该怎么做
perhaps they'll listen now.
也许人们将学会倾听
Starry starry night
繁星点点的夜里
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
火红的花朵灿烂的燃烧著
swirling clouds in violet haze
漩涡似的云飘在紫罗兰色的雾里
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
映照在文生湛蓝的眼瞳里
Colors changing hue
色彩变化万千
morning fields of amber grain
清晨的田园里琥珀色的农作物
weathered faces lined in pain
布满风霜的脸上罗列著痛苦
are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
在艺术家怜爱的手下得到抚慰
And now I understand
如今我才明白
what you tried to say to me
你想说的是什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
当你清醒时你有多么痛苦
and how you tried to set them free.
你努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen they did not know how
但人们却不理会也不知该怎么做
perhaps they'll listen now.
也许人们将学会倾听
For they could not love you
因为当初他们无法爱你
but still your love was true
但你的爱依然真切
and when no hope was left in sight on that
当灿烂的星空里
starry starry night.
不存一丝希望
You took your life as lovers often do,
你像许多恋人一样结束了自己的生命
But I could have told you Vincent
但愿我能告诉你文森特
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
这个世界根本配不上一个美丽如你的人
Starry starry night
繁星点点的夜里
portraits hung in empty halls
一幅幅的肖像悬挂在空汤汤的大厅里
frameless heads on nameless walls
无镶框的脸倚靠在不知名的墙上
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
配上一双看遍世事且永不遗忘的双眼
Like the stranger that you've met
就像你曾遇见的陌生人
the ragged men in ragged clothes
那些衣衫褴褛的人们
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
也像血红的玫瑰上银色的刺
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
断裂并静卧在初下的雪上
And now I think I know
我想我已明白
what you tried to say to me
你想说的是什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
当你清醒时你有多么痛苦
and how you tried to set them free.
你努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen they're not listening still
但人们却不理会现在依然如此
perhaps they never will.
也许他们永远不会
扩展资料:
Vincent(文森特),是著名民谣歌手唐·麦克莱恩(Don Mclean)演唱的民谣歌曲,他用这首感人的歌献给这位“疯子”梵高。
在荷兰阿姆斯特丹的凡高纪念馆前,人们总能听到这首歌。
翻唱版本
DeclanJohn Galbraith(迪克兰·加尔布雷斯)英国天才歌手,曾以一曲danny boy惊艳全球,翻唱这首歌是向著名画家梵高致敬。
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Paint your palette blue and gray 你在 画板上涂抹着灰与蓝。
Look out on a summer's day 夏日里轻瞥一眼
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul 便将我灵魂的阴霾洞穿。
Shadows on the hills 暗影铺满群山,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils 树木与水仙花点缀其间,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills 用雪原斑驳的色彩,
In colors on the snowy linen land 捕捉着微风与料峭冬寒。
Now I understand 我终于读懂了,
What you tried to say to me 你当时的肺腑之言。
How you suffered for your sanity 独醒于众人间的你是那么痛苦,
How you tried to set them free 你多想解开被禁锢者的系绊。
They would not listen 可他们却充耳不闻,
They did not know how 对你视若不见。
Perhaps they'll listen now 也许,现在听还为时不晚……
Starry, starry night 那夜繁星点点,
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze 鲜花盛放,火般绚烂
Swirling clouds in violet haze 紫幕轻垂,云舒云卷。
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue 都逃不过文森特湛蓝的双眼
Colors changing hue 色彩变化万千,
Morning fields of amber grain 清晨琥珀色的谷田,
Weathered faces lined in pain 张张饱经风霜与苦痛的脸,
Are smoothed beneath the artist's Loving hand 在画家笔下渐渐舒展。
Now I understand 我终于读懂了,
What you tried to say to me 你当时的肺腑之言。
How you suffered for your sanity 独醒于众人间的你是那么痛苦,
How you tried to set them free 你多想解开被禁锢者的系绊。
They would not listen 可他们却充耳不闻,
They did not know how 对你视若不见。
Perhaps they'll listen now 也许,现在听还为时不晚……
For they could not love you 他们根本不会在乎你,
But still your love was true 你对他们的爱却未曾改变。
And when no hope was left inside 当最后一点希望都一去不返,
On that starry, starry night 在那繁星点点的夜晚,
You took your life 你愤然结束自己的生命,
As lovers often do 如热恋中盲目的人儿一般。
But I could have told you, Vincent 文森特,我本该告诉你。
This world was never meant for one 像你这样美好的灵魂,
As beautiful as you。 本就不该来这肮脏的世间。
Starry, starry night 那夜繁星点点,
Portraits hung in empty halls 空旷的大厅里画作高悬。
Frameless heads on nameless walls 无名的墙上无框的肖像,
With eyes that watch the world 用注视整个世界的双眼,
And can't forget 把一切刻在心田。
Like the strangers that you've met 就像你曾遇见的匆匆过客,
The ragged men in ragged clothes 褴褛的人身着破烂的衣衫。
The silver thorn of bloody rose 血红玫瑰上银白的利刺,
Lie crushed and broken 零落成泥、摧折寸断,
On the virgin snow 散落于皑皑雪间。
Now I think I know 我想我现在懂了,
What you tried to say to me 你当时的肺腑之言。
How you suffered for your sanity 独醒于众人间的你是那么痛苦,
How you tried to set them free 你多想解开被禁锢者的系绊。
They will not listen 而他们根本不会去听,
They're not listening still 此刻,仍无人在听
Perhaps, they never will 也许,永远。
2013-11-06
2013-11-06
繁星点点的夜晚
Paint your palette blue and gray
为你的调色盘涂上灰与蓝
Look out on the summer’s day
你在那夏日向外远眺
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
用你那双能洞悉我灵魂的双眼
Shadows on the hills
山丘上的阴影
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
描绘出树木与水仙的轮廓
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
捕捉微风与冬日的冷洌
In colors on the snowy linen land
以色彩呈现在雪白的画布上
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
如今我才明白你想对我说的是什么
How you suffered for your sanity
为自你己的清醒承受了多少的痛苦
How you tried to set them free
你多么努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen
但是人们却拒绝理会
They did not know how
那时他们不知道该如何倾听
Perhaps they’ll listen now
或许他们现在会愿意听
Starry, starry night
繁星点点的夜晚
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
火红的花朵明艳耀眼
Swirling clouds in violet haze
卷云在紫色的薄霭里飘浮
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue 映照在文森特湛蓝的瞳孔中
Colors changing hue
色彩变化万千
Morning fields of amber grain
清晨里琥珀色的田野
Weathered faces lined in pain
满布风霜的脸孔刻画着痛苦
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand 在艺术家充满爱的画笔下得到了抚慰
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
如今我才明白你想对我说的是什么
How you suffered for your sanity
你为自己的清醒承受了多少的痛苦
How you tried to set them free
你多么努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen
但是人们却拒绝理会
They did not know how
那时他们不知道该如何倾听
Perhaps they’ll listen now
或许他们现在会愿意听
For they could not love you
因为他们当时无法爱你
But still your love was true
可是你的爱却依然真实
And when no hope was left in sight
而当你眼中见不到任何的希望
On that starry, starry night
在那个繁星点点的夜晚
You took your life as lovers often do
你像许多绝望的恋人般结束了自己的生命
But I could have told you, Vincent
我多么希望能有机会告诉你,文森特
This world was never meant for one
这个世界根本配不上
As beautiful as you
像你如此美好的一个人
Starry, starry night
繁星点点的夜晚
Portraits hung in empty halls
空旷的大厅里挂这一幅幅画像
Frameless heads on nameless walls
无框的脸孔倚靠在无名的壁上
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget 有着注视人世而无法忘怀的眼睛
Like the strangers that you’ve met
就像你曾见过的陌生人
The ragged men in ragged clothes
那些衣着褴褛,境遇堪怜的人
The silver thorn of bloody rose
就像血红玫瑰上的银刺
Lie crush and broken on the virgin snow
饱受蹂躏之后静静躺在刚飘落的雪地上
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
如今我想我已明白你想对我说的是什么
How you suffered for your sanity
你为自己的清醒承受了多少的苦痛
How you tried to set them free
你多么努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen
但是人们却拒绝理会
They’re not listening still
他们依然没有在倾听
Perhaps they never will
或许他们永远也不会理解
P.S.我也好喜欢这首歌和VINCENT阿~
2013-11-06
Don McLean
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 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
Reflect in 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 hand
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And 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
And 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
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty hall
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of 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
Then how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still