Vincent

Dnešní úkol z angličtiny - to translate this song. Naladilo mě to nostalgicky a vzpomínkově - o Goghovi jsem kdysi přečetla kdeco, včetně jeho dopisů bratrovi Theovi. Velká láska k životu, lidem a malování, která se neopětovaná a nepochopená měnila v rozčarování, vyčerpání, bolest a samotu. Kdo z nás by vydržel jít si za tím, čemu věří - bez peněz, bez uznání, bez zázemí...? Thank you, Vincent, I try to listen what you wanted to tell.

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

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity 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

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 man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

Havrani nad obilným polem

Předposlední nebo dokonce poslední obraz Vincenta van Gogha předtím, než se v těchto polích postřelil a po dvou dnech pomalého umírání spočinul v náručí svého bratra. Obraz, jehož vyvolávací cena byla v roce 2007 v New Yorku 17 milionů dolarů.

Během svého života Vincent van Gogh neprodal ani jeden obraz - nikdo o ně nestál.