作词 : Don McLean
作曲 : Don McLean
词曲 : McLean
改编：全磊 孔祥怡

Starry, starry night
在星与星对望的夜晚
paint your palette blue and grey
在你的画板上涂抹蓝和灰的油彩
look out on a summer's day
在某个夏日里向外张望的
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
不正是那看透我灵魂的你的双眸
Shadows on the hills
在山与山的阴影里
sketch the trees and the daffodils
勾勒出树林与水仙
catch the breeze and the winter chills
捕捉住冬日的寒冷和拂面清风
in colors on the snowy linen land.
色彩即被幻化在雪白色的亚麻画布上

And now I understand
现在我终于明白了
what you tried to say to me
你究竟想对我倾诉什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
你的心智是怎样的饱受折磨
and how you tried to set them free.
你又如何竭力的摆脱这痛苦
They would not listen they did not know how
但人们不会听 更不会懂
did not know how
更不会懂
perhaps they'll listen now.
也许此时他们想听听

Starry starry night
在星与星对望的夜晚
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
花儿盛开犹如火焰起舞
swirling clouds in violet haze
云朵舒卷犹如罗兰盛放
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
这一切都映照在文森特湛蓝色的双眸中
Colors changing hue
色彩幻化万千
morning fields of amber grain
清晨麦田里琥珀色的穗
weathered faces lined in pain
和那饱受风霜皱纹的脸
are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
都被文森特艺术般的手轻抚

And now I understand
现在 我终于明白了
what you tried to say to me
你究竟想对我倾诉什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
你的心智是怎样的饱受折磨
and how you tried to set them free.
你又如何竭力摆脱这痛苦
They would not listen they did not know how
但人们不会听 更不会懂
perhaps they'll listen now.
但也许此刻他们想听听呢

They would not listen they're not listening still
但人们不会听 因为他们并不会用心倾听
perhaps they never will
或许 他们惧怕把这一切听见