Starry, starry night

 

繁星点点的夜晚

 

Paint your palette blue and gray[ˈpælət]

 

调色板上点缀着灰和蓝

 

Look out on a summer's day

 

望向夏日的天空

 

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

 

你的双眼透视我灵魂深处的黑暗

 

Shadows on the hills

 

山峦掩映的阴影

 

Sketch the trees and the daffodils[ˈdæfədɪlz]

 

勾勒树木的轮廓，描绘水仙花的外形

 

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

 

捕捉微风，还有那冬天的寒意

 

In colors on the snowy linen land[ˈlɪnɪn]

 

画在雪白的亚麻布上，用我斑斓的画笔

 

（2）

 

Now I understand

 

如今我也明白

 

What you tried to say to me

 

曾经你向我倾诉的话语

 

And how you suffered for your sanity

 

还有你举世独醒时的痛苦

 

And how you tried to set them free

 

还有你试图唤醒他们的努力

 

They would not listen, they did not know how

 

但他们充耳不闻，他们茫然不解

 

Perhaps they'll listen now

 

也许如今才会记起

 

（3）

 

Starry, starry night

 

繁星点点的夜晚

 

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

 

火红的花朵，熊熊燃烧热烈绽放

 

Swirling clouds in violet haze

 

舒卷的云彩，层层铺展轻烟缭绕

 

Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue

 

倒映在文森特青花蓝色的眼眸中

 

Colors changing hue

 

色彩千变万化

 

Morning fields of amber grain

 

有清晨的田野，琥珀色的麦穗

 

Weathered faces lined in pain

 

也有历经风霜，遍布伤痕的面孔

 

Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

 

都从文森特手中缓缓流淌而出

 

Now I understand

 

如今我也明白

 

What you tried to say to me

 

曾经你向我倾诉的话语

 

And how you suffered for your sanity

 

还有你举世独醒时的痛苦

 

And how you tried to set them free

 

还有你试图解放他们的努力

 

They would not listen, they did not know how

 

但他们充耳不闻，他们茫然不解

 

Perhaps they'll listen now

 

也许如今才会记起

 

（4）

 

For they could not love you

 

也许他们不曾爱过你

 

But still your love was true

 

但你却满怀最真诚的爱意

 

And when no hope was left in sight

 

当希望也随着时间消失殆尽

 

On that starry, starry night

 

在那样一个繁星点点的夜晚里

 

You took your life, as lovers often do

 

你像热恋中的人一样，结束自己的生命

 

But I could've told you Vincent

 

但我本可以告诉你

 

This world was never meant for

 

这个残缺的世界还没准备好

 

One as beautiful as you

 

迎接这样一个美丽独特的你

 

（5）

 

Starry, starry night

 

繁星点点的夜晚

 

Portraits hung in empty halls

 

你的自画像挂在空荡荡的展厅中

 

Frame-less heads on nameless walls

 

不知名的墙上，那些没有框的画像

 

With eyes that watch the world and can't forget

 

双眼注视着这个世界，久久难忘

 

Like the strangers that you've met

 

如同你曾经邂逅的那些陌生人

 

The ragged men in ragged clothes

 

衣衫褴褛，失魂落魄

 

The silver thorn of bloody rose

 

如同血色玫瑰上的银色荆棘

 

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow [ˈvɜ:dʒɪn]

 

支离破碎，落在一片初雪上

 

Now I think I know

 

我想如今我明白

 

What you tried to say to me

 

曾经你向我倾诉的话语

 

And how you suffered for your sanity

 

还有你举世独醒时的痛苦

 

And how you tried to set them free

 

还有你试图唤醒他们的努力

 

They would not listen, they're not listening still

 

但他们充耳不闻，依旧置之不理

 

Perhaps they never will

 

也许他们终究不会懂你