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
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
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
