当梵谷躺在弟弟提奥的怀里静静地离开这个世界上时，他才37岁。天才的生命总是异常的短暂，但却绚烂若夏花。梵谷以如火的热情畅游于艺术的海洋，虽然周遭充满了鄙夷与曲解，虽然他时常被饥饿与寒冷折磨，但是他那永不枯竭的创作灵感从来没有被不公的命运所扼杀。他以惊人的创作力为世界艺术宝库留下了一笔巨大的财富。然而，天才不是神人,他同凡人一样，他也会彷徨，也有脆弱的时候。所以，Mclean又以朴实无华的语言来倾诉梵谷内心的痛苦，以象“when there is no hope left inside on that starry starry night,you took your life as lovers often do.”这样凄婉的语句来暗示梵谷的自杀。

梵谷

从这首歌中，听众不难体会到一种惺惺相惜的情感。Mclean 是一位才华横溢的民谣歌手，但是他的星途却充满坎坷，他总是被美国的主流音乐排斥在外。他曾经沦落到街头唱歌的地步，这不失为一种悲哀。其实整首歌也是Mclean在向世人诉说自己的苦痛，他以极为柔和的歌调折射出满腔的哀怨。因为天才总是被世俗所曲解，所以能洞悉天才内心的人本身就是天才。

这首名叫Vincent（文森特）的歌可算是美国民谣音乐中的经典。它的演唱者是着名民谣歌手Don Mclean，他用这首感人的歌献给这位“疯子”梵谷，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梵谷纪念馆前，人们总能听到这首歌，它一遍一遍地放着，永远让人感动，让人怀念……

《Vincent》

Starry starry night ,Paint your palette blue and grey

星夜下调色板上只有蓝与灰

Look out on a summer's day,With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

你用那透视我灵魂深处的双眼望向夏日的天空

Shadows on the hills,Sketch the trees and daffodils

山上的阴影衬托出树和水仙的轮廓

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,In colors on the snowy linen land

用雪地斑驳的色彩捕捉微风和冬日的寒冷

* Now I understand what you try to say to me

如今我才明白你想对我说些什幺

How you suffered for your sanity

你清楚的时候承受了多大的痛苦

And how you tried to set them free

你努力想让他们得到解脱

They would not listen,They did not know how

他们却不予理会他们也不知道如何面对

Perhaps they'll listen now *

也许现在他们会知道

Starry starry night,Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

星夜下艳丽的花朵燃烧般的怒放

Swirling clouds in Violet haze,Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

云朵在紫色的雾霭之中旋绕印在Vincent蓝色的瞳孔之中

Colors changing hue,Morning fields of amber grain

色彩变化万千清晨琥珀色的田野

Weathered faces lined in pain

饱经风霜的脸上写着痛苦

Are Soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

在艺术家灵性的手上得到真实的再现

REPEAT *

For they could not love you,But still your love was ture

因为他们不能爱你但你的爱依然真实存在

And when no hope was left inside,On that starry starry night

星夜下当心中没有一丝希望

You took your life as lovers often do

你像热恋的般结束了自己的生命

But I could have told you Vincent

但我希望曾经告诉你Vincent

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

这个世界从来就不像你那样美好

Starry starry night,Portraits hung in empty halls

星夜下空蕩蕩的大厅里挂着你的画像

Frameless heads on nameless walls

无名的墙上挂着没有框线的头像

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

他们看着这世界无法忘记

like the stranger that you're met

就像你曾经遇到的陌生人

The ragged man in ragged cloth

衣衫褴褛面带嘲讽的人

The silver thorn in a blood rose

血红的玫瑰银色的刺

Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

破碎在洁白的雪地上

Now I think I know what you try to say to me

现在我想我明白你想对我说些什幺了

That how you suffered for your sanity

就是你承受了多大的痛苦

And how you try to set them free

你努力想让他们得到解脱

They would not listen they're not listening still

他们却不予理会他们也不知道如何面对

Perhaps they never will

也许他们以后也不会知道

Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

文森特（星夜）

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 try to say to me

and 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 you now

繁星点点的夜晚

你的画板上只调製了蓝与灰

用你那双看得见我灵魂污秽的眼睛

在炎夏之日向外望

山坡上的暗影

勾勒出树木与水仙的轮廓

用亚麻布般的苍茫雪地之色

去捕捉阵阵微风与严冬肃杀

现如今我才懂得你对我的诉说

你因睿智思索遭受了多大痛苦

你又是多想解放你的思想自由

他们不予理会

他们根本没法理会

也许他们现在才懂得

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

繁星点点的夜晚

绚烂如火怒放的鲜花

紫罗兰色迷雾中旋转着的云团

都投影在文森特青瓷般藏蓝的眼睛中

色彩变幻绽放，清晨琥珀色的稻田

苍老的脸庞镌刻着痛苦的皱纹

都在艺术家慈爱的手下被抚慰

Now I understand what you try to say to me

and 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 you now

For they could not love you

but still your love was ture

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

现如今我才懂得你对我的诉说

你因睿智思索遭受了多大痛苦

你又是多想解放你的思想自由

他们不予理会

他们根本没法理会

也许他们现在才懂得

他们不可能爱你啊

但你的爱是真实的

当在繁星点点的夜空中

你的心中再无希望可存

你亲手奉上自己的生命

就像那些殉情爱人一样

但我想要告诉你文森特

这世上再无如你这般的美好

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 stranger that you've met

the ragged man in ragged cloth

The silver thorn in a bloody rose

lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you try to say to me

that how you suffered for your sanity

and how you try to set them free

They would not listen they're not listening still

perhaps they never will

繁星点点的夜晚

空蕩的大厅里悬挂着肖像画

无名之墙上的无框头像

用那双一睹难忘的眼睛注视着世界

就像你与你擦肩而过的陌生人

那些衣衫褴褛的邋遢的人

银色荆棘映衬着的血色玫瑰

支离破碎地躺在初雪的大地上

现如今我才懂得你对我的诉说

你因睿智思索遭受了多大痛苦

你又是多想解放你的思想自由

他们不予理会

他们仍然不予理会

或许他们永远不予理会