Rick Astley - Vincent - Текст песни

Starry, starry night 

Paint your palette blue and gray 

Look out on a summers 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 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 theyll 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 beneath the artist's loving 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 lovers often do -- 

But I could've told you, Vincent: 

This world was never meant 

For one as beautiful as you.