这首名叫Vincent（文森特）的歌可算是美国民谣音乐中的经典。它的演唱者是著名民谣歌手唐·麦克莱恩（Don Mclean)，他用这首感人的歌献给这位“疯子”凡高，在感动其本人的同时，也感动了全世界热爱生活， 心存希望的人们...在荷兰阿姆斯特丹的凡高纪念馆前，人们总能听到这首歌，她一遍一遍的放着，永远让人感动，让人怀念

Starry, starry night,
Paint your palette blue and grey.
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.
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 your love is 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.
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.
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen.
They did not know how,
Perhaps they never will.

繁星之夜

星空将你的调色板照得灰暗幽蓝
某个夏日
你看见我灵魂中的黑暗
山岭上的阴影
勾勒出树木和水仙
捕捉住微风和冬日的寒凛
在雪白的地上
现在我明白
你曾想对我说什么
你如何经受理性的折磨
你如何试图解脱自己
他们不会听
他们不知道
也许他们现在会听

繁星之夜
璀璨盛开的鲜花
紫雾中翻卷的云
映在VINCENT中国蓝的眼睛里
颜色变了色调
清晨琥珀色的田野
愁蹙憔悴的脸
没能在艺术家的充满爱的手下抚平
现在我明白
你曾想对我说什么
你如何经受理性的折磨
你如何试图解脱自己
他们不会听
他们不知道
也许他们现在会听
因为他们不能爱你
而你的爱却是真挚的
当视野中不再有希望
在那个繁星之夜
你象情人常做的那样
结束自己的生命
我本应告诉你，VINCENT
这个世界从来就不象你一样美

繁星之夜
肖像挂在空荡荡的墙上
无名的墙上无镜框的头像
凝视这个世界，令人难忘
象你遇见的陌生人
褴褛的衣服粗鲁的人
血色玫瑰银色的荆棘
破碎地躺在无人践踏过的雪地上
现在我想，我明白
你曾想对我说什么
你如何经受理性的折磨
你如何试图解脱自己
他们不会听
他们不知道
也许他们永远不会