Vincent Van Gogh

Starry starry night
Paint 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 colors on the snowy linen land.

And now I understand what you tried 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 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.

And now I understand, what you tried 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 now.

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 one
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 stranger that 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
and how you suffered for your sanity
and how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen,
they're not list'ning still

Perhaps they never will.

-Don McLean

Pachka Sigaret

Translated:

But if there was a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
It's not so bad at present
And a ticket on a plane with a silvery wing
that flies up and left to earth only shadow

And nobody wants be guilty without wine
And nobody wants rake up the fire
And without music death isn't beauty
And without music don't want to die out

But if there was a pack of cigarettes in my pocket
It's not so bad at present
And a ticket on a plane with a silvery wing
that flies up and left to earth only shadow


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