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Starry Starry Night – Vincent Reloaded

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Několik variací na stejné téma – Vincent Van Gogh a písnička Dona McLeana Vincent. Je vcelku skvělé, že se někdo na internetu baví i něčím jiným, než pornografií. Třeba uměním.

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Text písně v angličtině
VINCENT

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 the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And 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 flo’rs 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.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
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 stranger that you’ve met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And 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
list’ning still
perhaps they never will.

Komentáře

  1. Když jsem byl malý, rodiče měli plný byt reprodukcí Van Gogha. V 60. letech to asi byla móda. I ta písnička bude někdy z té doby. Stejně je zvláštní, že o světě kolem se toho obvykle dozvídáme nejvíc skrze šílence.

  2. Velebím internet, lebo som dnes našla toto úžasné dielko. Ďakujem autorovi.

  3. Děkuji za krásný večer strávený na těchto nádherných stránkách.

  4. Zkuste si to pustit do sluchátek před
    tim obrazem ve Veletržnim paláci.