[Couch Potato's Notebook]
"How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free"
Vincent是创作于1971年的一首老歌
为了纪念画家文森特·梵高
歌曲的词写得非常动人
特地找了个很美的翻译推荐欣赏
王若琳是我个人特别喜欢的歌手
今天分享她的翻唱版本
因为比起原唱
我太爱这个更为静谧忧伤的版本
像是在一个沉静到只有蝉鸣的夏夜
像是在一片广阔到只有风声的草原
我看着天上忽明忽暗的繁星
我的心间好似有清泉淌过抚过
烦恼与忧虑都像杂质一样被冲走
好像好多事情突然变成次要
我什么都不愿去做不愿去想
此刻只愿沉醉在声音之中
让一颗心可以像羽毛般随歌声飘荡到远方
一个人的夜里静静地听
晚安，好梦
——Couch Potato
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
繁星点点的夜晚
在你画板上涂抹了蓝和灰的油彩
在某个夏日里，你向外张望
双眸似可看穿我的灵魂
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
你变幻山峦间的阴影
勾勒树林与水仙花
捕捉拂面清风和冬日寒冷
色彩幻化在雪白亚麻画布上
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
现在我终于知道
你想对我倾诉什么
众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦
众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由
但那时他们不听，更不懂
也许，此时的他们想听了
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
繁星点点的夜晚
殷红的花儿，恍若燃烧的火焰
云卷云舒，笼罩着薄薄紫烟
映在文森特湛蓝色的双眸
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
色彩幻化万千
黎明的田野，琥珀色的麦穗
和那饱受风霜的脸
在文森特手中缓缓流出
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
现在我终于知道
你想对我倾诉什么
众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦
众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由
但那时他们不听，更不懂
也许，此时的他们想听了
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
尽管他们不曾爱过你
但是你依然真情切切
但当希望日渐消逝，终究不敌岁月
在一个同样繁星点点的夜晚
你决定结束自己的生命，就像其他热恋着的人经常做的那样
假如我在，文森特，我会对你说
俗世红尘，命中注定不可能拥有，你这般美好的人儿
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
繁星点点的夜晚
你的自画像，挂在一个个空荡的展厅中
无框的头像，悬在一面面不知名的墙上
恳恳的双眸注视着这世界，令人无法忘却
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virginsnow
如你曾经际遇过的每个陌生人
那些失魂的看客 挣扎在褴褛衣衫里
血色玫瑰上银色荆棘的刺
被摧折粉碎，化作尘埃飘向初雪的大地……
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 will not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
现在我终于知道
你想对我倾诉什么
众醉独醒，你有多么痛苦
众生愚愚，你有多想让他们自由
但那时他们不听，现在仍不得悟
也许，他们永远不会