文森特.梵高生前穷困潦倒，饱受苦难，创作了大量优秀作品却无人赏识，得不到世人的认可。不单作品得不到世人认可，他本人也不为世人理解所所接受，在他们看来，梵 高是个疯子，不是个地球人。
只有他弟弟提奥理解他爱他，也只有他弟弟从物质和精神上对他的艺术事业给予支持。尽管世人对梵高充满歧视与冷漠，但他的心中仍 充满爱。他曾先后真心地爱过许多人，但他们对他的爱不屑一顾，冷嘲热讽。世人对他的冷漠、歧视与嘲笑使梵高身心备受煎熬。终于在一天夜里，他用一颗冰冷的 子弹结束了自己37岁的生命。
后人或许都为才华横溢的伟大画家梵高的英年早逝所叹息，但或许唯有这样，他才能得到解脱。或许在天堂有上帝和众天使理解他，欣赏他。
Vincent - Don McLean
Starry, starry night
繁星点点的夜里
paint your palette blue and grey
画出你调色盘里的蓝与灰
look out on a summer's day
在夏日里出外探访
with eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
用你那洞悉我灵魂幽暗处的双眼
Shadows on the hills
山丘上的阴影
sketch the trees and the daffodils
描绘出树林与水仙花
catch the breeze and the winter chills
捕捉微风与冬天的冷冽
in colors on the snowy linen land.
用那雪地里亚麻般的色彩
And now I understand
如今我才明白
what you tried to say to me
你想说的是什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
当你清醒时你有多么痛苦
and how you tried to set them free.
你努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen they did not know how
但人们却不理会也不知该怎么做
perhaps they'll listen now.
也许人们将学会倾听
Starry starry night
繁星点点的夜里
flaming flowers that brightly blaze
火红的花朵灿烂的燃烧著
swirling clouds in violet haze
漩涡似的云飘在紫罗兰色的雾里
reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
映照在文生湛蓝的眼瞳里
Colors changing hue
色彩变化万千
morning fields of amber grain
清晨的田园里琥珀色的农作物
weathered faces lined in pain
佈满风霜的脸上罗列著痛苦
are smoothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
在艺术家怜爱的手下得到抚慰
And now I understand
如今我才明白
what you tried to say to me
你想说的是什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
当你清醒时你有多么痛苦
and how you tried to set them free.
你努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen they did not know how
但人们却不理会也不知该怎么做
perhaps they'll listen now.
也许人们将学会倾听
For they could not love you
因为当初他们无法爱你
but still your love was true
但你的爱依然真切
and when no hope was left in sight on that
当灿烂的星空里
starry starry night.
不存一丝希望
You took your life as lovers often do,
你像许多恋人一样结束了自己的生命
But I could have told you Vincent
但愿我能告诉你文森特
this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
这个世界根本配不上一个美丽如你的人
Starry starry night
繁星点点的夜里
portraits hung in empty halls
一幅幅的肖像悬挂在空盪盪的大厅里
frameless heads on nameless walls
无镶框的脸倚靠在不知名的墙上
with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
配上一双看遍世事且永不遗忘的双眼
Like the stranger that you've met
就像你曾遇见的陌生人
the ragged men in ragged clothes
那些衣衫褴褛的人们
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
也像血红的玫瑰上银色的刺
lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
断裂并静卧在初下的雪上
And now I think I know
我想我已明白
what you tried to say to me
你想说的是什么
and how you suffered for your sanity
当你清醒时你有多么痛苦
and how you tried to set them free.
你努力的想让它们得到解脱
They would not listen they're not listening still
但人们却不理会现在依然如此
perhaps they never will.
也许他们永远不会
《Vincent》(《文森特》），这首歌是1971年Don Mclean（唐.麦克莱恩）为饱受苦难的伟大画家文森特·梵·高创作的，有许多版本，众多歌手都翻唱过，但原唱版为Don Mclean。也许大多数歌唱家和音乐家都跟梵高有着类似的经历，在其成名之前，经过多年艰苦奋斗仍没有得到认可，默默无闻。这让他们对梵高的痛苦更感同身受，所以借这首歌来表达自己与梵高一样的感受。
据说在荷兰阿姆 斯特丹的凡高纪念馆前，人们总能听到这首歌，一遍一遍的放着，永远让人感动，让人怀念。
