Vangogh

V I N C E N TV I N C E N TVAN GOGHVAN GOGH

Estelada, estelada nit,

Starry,starry nigth,

pinta la teua paleta de blau i gris

paint your palette blue and grey

Mira en fora en un dia d’estiu,

Look out on a summer’s day,

amb ulls que saben de la foscor del meu pensament

with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Ombres als pujols,

Shadows on the hills,

Dibuixa arbres i els narcisos

Sketch the trees and the daffodils

Captura la brisa i la frescor de l’hivern,

Catch the breeze and the winter chills,

en colors sobre el lli de la nevada terra

in colors on the snowy linen land

Ara entenc

Now I understand

allò que vas intentar dir-me,

wath you tried to say to me,

Com vas patir per la teua lucidesa,

How you suffered for you sanity,

Ells no van escoltar, no van saber com

They would not listen they did not know how

Com vas intentar alliberar-los.

How you tried to set them free.

potser escolten ara

perhaps they’ll listen now

Estelada, estelada nit,

Starry, starry nigth,

Flamejants flors que cremen fulgents

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Arremolinats núvols de boirina violeta

Swirling clouds in violet haze

es reflecteixen en els ulls de porcellana blava de Vincent

reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue

Colors de canviant matissos

Colors changing hue,

Matinals camps d’ambarí gra

Morning fields of amber grain

Curtits rostres dibuixats en dolor

Weathered faces lined in pain

es calmen sota l’amorosa mà de l’artista

soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Ara entenc

Now I understand

què vas intentar dir-me,

what you tried to say to me,

com vas patir per la teua lucidesa,

how you suffered for you sanity,

Ells no escoltaven, no van saber com,

They would not listen they did not know how,

Com vas intentar alliberar-los

How you tried to set them free

Potser escolten ara

Perhaps they’ll listen now

Perquè ells no et van poder estimar,

For they could not love you,

i tot i això el teu amor va ser vertader

but still your love was true

I quan no va quedar cap esperança a la vista ,

And when no hope was left in sight,

en aquella estelada, estelada nit

on that starry, starry night Et vas emportar la teua vida, com solen fer els amants,

You took your life as lovers often do,

Però jo hauria pogut dir-te, Vincent,

But I could have told you, Vincent,

que aquest món no s’havia fet per a algú

this world was never mean for one as

tan bell com tu

beautiful as you

Estelada, estelada nit,

Starry, starry nigth,

Els retrats pengen en sales buides,

Portraits hung in empty halls,

Caps sense marc en parets sense nom

Frameless heads on nameless walls

amb ulls que miren al món i no poden oblidar.

with eyes that watch the world and can’t forget.

com els éssers estranys que has trobat,

like the stranger that you’v met,

homes esparracats amb robes esparracades.

the ragged man in ragged clothes

L’espina platejada de la sagnant rosa,

The silver thorn of bloody rose,

Trencada i aixafada jau en la neu verge

Lie crushed and and broken on the virgin snow

Ara crec que entenc

Now I think I know

el que vas intentar dir-me,

what you tried yo say to me,

com vas patir per la teua lucidesa,

how you suffered for you sanity

Ells no et van escoltar, i no t’escolten encara

They would not listen they’re not listening still

com vas intentar alliberar-los

how you tried to set them free

Potser no ho faran mai

Perhaps they nevell will

V I N C E N T

VAN GOGH(1853-1890)

Música: Vincent (Acoustic)

Composició i interpretació: Don McLeanEdição reduzidaTchê Souto

Traducció: REP