"Vincent" (starry starry night, starry night) was created by Don Mclean after he appreciated Van Gogh's work "Starry Night". The style of this song is no different from other country ballads. It is still a piece of writing style that exudes a faint fragrance. What makes it stand out is its thought-provoking lyrics. Mclean showed us one beautiful picture after another with his poet-like handwriting. At the same time, he also used his genius-like sensitivity to understand Van Gogh's inner pain, expressing his deep understanding of this talented painter. and respect. In the song, Mclean uses extremely splendid words to describe Van Gogh's paintings, aiming to express Van Gogh's life as brilliant as a sunflower. Basic introduction Chinese name: Vincent Foreign name: Vincent Song duration: 4:00 Original singer: Don McLean Lyrics: Don McLean Music style: Folk song Language: English The Death of Van Gogh, appreciation, meaning, lyrics , Version 1 (Translated by Anonymous), Version 2 (Translated by Lan Zizhan), The Death of Van Gogh When Van Gogh quietly left this world lying in the arms of his brother Theo, he was only 37 years old. The life of a genius is always extremely short, but it is as gorgeous as a summer flower. Van Gogh swam in the ocean of art with ardent enthusiasm. Although his surroundings were full of contempt and misunderstanding, and although he was often tortured by hunger and cold, his inexhaustible creative inspiration was never stifled by unfair fate. With his amazing creative power, he left a huge wealth to the world's art treasure house. However, a genius is not a god. He is just like a mortal, he will also be hesitant and vulnerable. Therefore, Mclean expressed Van Gogh's inner pain in plain and unpretentious language, hinting at Van Gogh's inner pain with such sad sentences as "when there is no hope left inside on that starry starry night, you took your life as lovers often do." Valley's suicide. Van Gogh's Appreciation From this song, it is not difficult for the audience to experience a feeling of sympathy. Mclean was a talented folk singer, but his road to stardom was full of obstacles and he was always excluded from mainstream music in the United States. He was once reduced to singing on the streets, which is a tragedy. In fact, the whole song is Mclean telling the world his pain. He reflects the sadness in his extremely soft song. Because genius is always misinterpreted by the world, those who can penetrate the heart of a genius are themselves geniuses. Significance This song called Vincent can be regarded as a classic in American folk music. It was sung by the famous folk singer Don Mclean. He dedicated this touching song to the "madman" Van Gogh. It not only moved him personally, but also moved people all over the world who love life and have hope.

In front of the Van Gogh Memorial Hall in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, people can always hear this song. It is played over and over again, always touching and nostalgic... Lyrics Version 1 (Anonymous Translation) "Vincent" 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 Shadows on the hills ,Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills,In colors on the snowy linen land* Now I understand what you try to say to me How you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, They did not know how They did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now * Starry starry night, Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in Violet haze, Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue, Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Pain is written on the weathered face Are Soothed beneath the artist's loving hand REPEAT * For they could not love you, But still your love was ture ExistenceAnd 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 Tell you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry starry night, Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls Nameless Hanging on the wall are unframed portraits. With eyes that watch the world and can't forget, like the stranger that you're met. The ragged man in ragged cloth. The silver thorn in a blood rose Lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you try to say to me Now I think I know what you try to say to me I understand what you want to say to me. That how you suffered for your sanity And how you try to set them free They would not listen they're not listening still Ignore them and they don't know how to face them. Perhaps they never will Maybe they will never know version two in the future (translated by Lan Zizhan) Vincent (Starry Starry Night) 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 Shadows on the hills sketch the trees and daffodils catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand what you try to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen you now On a starry night, only blue and gray were mixed on your drawing board With your pair of eyes that can see The filthy eyes of my soul look out on the hot summer day. The shadows on the hillside outline the trees and daffodils. They use the linen-like color of the vast snow to capture the breeze and the chill of winter. Only now do I understand what you are saying to me. How much you suffered for your wise thinking and how much you wanted to free your mind. They ignored it. They couldn't understand it. Maybe they understand now. Starry starry night flaming flowers that brightly blaze swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand The colors change and bloom in the navy blue eyes, the amber rice fields in the morning, the wrinkles of pain on the old face are all soothed by the artist's loving hands. Now I understand what you try to say to me and how you suffered for your sanity and how you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how perhaps they'll listen you now For they could not love you but still your love was ture 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 Now I understand what you told me How much you suffered for your wise thinking and how much you wanted to liberate your freedom of thought They didn't Ignore them, they just can't. Maybe they realize now that they can't love you, but your love is real. When there is no hope left in your heart under the starry night sky, you give your life with your own hands, just like those who It's like dying for a lover but I want to tell you Vincent There is nothing as beautiful as you in this world 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 stranger that you've met the ragged man in ragged cloth The silver thorn in a bloody rose lies crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you try to say to me that how you suffered for your sanity and how you try to set them free They would not listen they're not listening still perhaps they never will Starry night In the empty hall hangs portraits Unframed heads on nameless walls Watching the world with unforgettable eyes Just like you The strangers you passed by, the scruffy people in rags, the bloody roses against the silver thorns, lying in pieces on the ground of first snow, only now do I understand what you told me, how much pain you suffered because of your wise thinking. How much I want to liberate your freedom of thought, but they ignore it. They still ignore it. Maybe they will never ignore it.