samedi 31 décembre 2011

Une chanson éternelle

Vincent

Starry, starry night,
Paint your palette blue and gray ;
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 daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me ;
And how you suffered for your sanity,
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.
Colors 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 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,
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 not listen, they're not listening still ;
Perhaps they never will.

Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes
That watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met.
The ragged men in ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow.

And 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 list'ning still ;
Perhaps they never will.

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