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INTERPRÉTATION
Dana Winner
Interprète
Evert Verhees
Basse
Marcel Schimscheimer
Basse
Stylus Horns
Orchestre de cuivres
Geert Baeckelandt
Clarinette
Simon Philips
Batterie
Lindy Vanden Berk
Flûte
Alex Van Aken
Cor d’harmonie
Johan van Neste
Cor d’harmonie
Rik Vercruysse
Cor d’harmonie
Bert Meulendijk
Guitare
Tom Salisbury
Claviers
Joris Vanden Hauwe
Hautbois
Mark Steylaerts
Direction d’orchestre
The Galaxy Symphonic Orchestra
Orchestre
Wilfried Van Baelen
Orgue
Jeroen De Rijk
Percussion
Chris Pfanschmidt
Flûte à bec
Carlo Mertens
Trombone
Marc Godfroid
Trombone
Jef Coolen
Trompette
Johan Coen
Trompette
Nico Schepers
Trompette
Diane Senders
Chant
Ingrid Simons
Chœurs
Jody Pijper
Chœurs
Mieke Aerts
Chant
Pim Roos
Chant
Ruurd Boes
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Don McLean
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
René Schardt
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Chris Pfanschmidt
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
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 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,
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.
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 inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do.
But I could've 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 strangers that you've met:
The ragged men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
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 listening still.
Perhaps they never will.
Writer(s): Don Mclean
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