Titel: Vincent
Auteur: Don McLean
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Songtext:

Starry, starry night
Paints your palette blue and grey
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 colours on the snowy linen land

And now I understand
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 did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violent haze
Reflect in Vincents eyes of China blue
Colours changing you
Morning feels of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists loving hand

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
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 anyone 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 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