Starry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's dayWith eyes that melt the darkness in my soulShadows on the hillsSketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chillsIn colours on the snowy linen landNow I understandNow I understandWhat you tried to say to meHow you suffered for your sanityHow you tried to set them freeThey would not listenThey did not know howPerhaps they'll listen nowStarry, starry nightPaint your palette blue and greyFlaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet hazeReflecting Vincent's eyes of china blueColours changing hueMorning fields of amber greyWeathered faces blind and paleStars could still see usTime's coming slowlyTime is too slowThey're right behind usWhen we've gone and goneThey were agreeing they'll listenThey henceforth would scold usWhat were they seeing us for?Won't they respect us?Won't we bow to our closing starly name in prayer?Leave не к 60I don't know how, perhaps they'll listen now, for they could not love you, but still your love was true, and when the hope was left inside 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 strangers that you've met, the ragged men in ragged clothes, the silver thong, a bloody rose, like crushed and broken on the virgin snow.Now I think I know, 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 listening still.Perhaps they never will.