Starry, starry night. 繁星点点的夜晚。

Paint your palette blue and grey, 调色盘上蓝色和灰色，

Look out on a summer's day, 看的出来一个夏天的一天，

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. 用你那双能洞悉我灵魂的黑暗。

Shadows on the hills, 山上的阴影，

Sketch the trees and daffodils, 画出树和水仙，

Catch the breeze and winter chills, 捕捉微风和冬日的寒冷，

In colors on the snowy linen land. 在雪白的画布上的土地的颜色。

   

Now I understand what you tried to say to me, 现在我才明白你想对我说，

And how you suffered for your sanity, 你如何承受了你的理智，

And how you tried to set them free. 你努力想让他们得到解脱。

They'd not listen, they did not know how. 他们会不会听，他们不知道怎么办。

Perhaps they'll listen now. 也许现在他们会听。

   

Starry, starry night. 繁星点点的夜晚。

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, 火红的花朵灿烂的燃烧，

Swirling clouds in violet haze, 卷云在紫色的雾霭，

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. 反映在中国Vincent蓝色的眼睛。

Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, 色彩变化万千，清晨琥珀色的领域，

Weathered faces lined in pain, 内衬痛苦饱经风霜的脸上，

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. 被安慰的艺术家充满爱的画笔之下。

   

Now I understand what you tried to say to me, 现在我才明白你想对我说，

How you suffered for your sanity, 你有多么痛苦你的理智，

And how you tried to set them free. 你努力想让他们得到解脱。

They'd not listen, they did not know how. 他们会不会听，他们不知道怎么办。

Perhaps they'll listen now. 也许现在他们会听。

   

For they could not love you, 因为他们不能爱你，

But still your love was true. 但你的爱是真实的。

And when no hope was left in sight 而当没有希望留在视线

On that starry, starry night, 在那个繁星点点的夜晚，

You took your life, as lovers often do. 你带走了你的生活，像许多恋人一样。

But I could have told you, Vincent, 但我可以告诉你，文森特，

This world was never meant for one 这个世界根本配不上一个

As beautiful as you. 和你一样漂亮。

   

Like the strangers that you've met, 就像你所遇见的陌生人，

The ragged men in the ragged clothes, 那个衣衫褴褛的男子衣衫褴褛的衣服，

The silver thorn of bloody rose, 血红的玫瑰银色的刺，

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. 断裂并静卧在洁白的雪地上。

   

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, 现在，我想我知道你想对我说的话，

How you suffered for your sanity, 你有多么痛苦你的理智，

And how you tried to set them free. 你努力想让他们得到解脱。

They'd not listen, they're not listening still. 他们会不会听，他们依然没有在倾听。

Perhaps they never will... 也许他们永远也不会...