quarta-feira, 2 de abril de 2008

Tributo a Vincent van Gogh - Don McLean


Agora eu entendo

O que você tentou me dizer

E o quanto você sofreu pela sua lucidez

E como você tentou libertá-los

Eles não ouviram

Não sabiam como

Talvez agora ouçam...

Agora eu entendo

O que você tentou me dizer

E o quanto você sofreu pela sua lucidez

E como você tentou libertá-los

Eles não ouviram

Não sabiam como

Talvez agora ouçam

Pois eles não conseguiam te amar

Mas mesmo assim seu amor era verdadeiro

E quando não havia mais esperança naquela estrelada,

noite estrelada

Você tirou sua vida como normalmente fazem os amantes

Mas eu poderia ter-lhe dito,

Vincent

Esse mundo não foi feito para alguém tão bonito como você...

Agora acho que entendo

O que você tentou me dizer

E o quanto você sofreu pela sua lucidez

E como você tentou libertá-los

Eles não ouviram

Ainda não ouvem



Homenagem a Vincent van Gogh - Don McLean
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gi_P8XwrSCU

Vincent by Don McLean
Starry starry night

Paint your palet 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 daffodiles
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
what you tried 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 now.

Starry starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze
reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
colours changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneth the artist's hand

Now I understand
what you tried 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 now

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 lover's often do

But I could have told you,
Vincent,
this world was never ment for one as beautiful as you

Starry starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls
framless 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
a bloody rose
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
now I think I know
what you tried to say to me
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free
they would now listen
they're not listening still

Perhaps they never will