Dana Winner의 예정 콘서트
Dana Winner의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Dana Winner
실연자
Evert Verhees
베이스
Marcel Schimscheimer
베이스
Stylus Horns
금관악단
Geert Baeckelandt
클라리넷
Simon Philips
드럼
Lindy Vanden Berk
플루트
Alex Van Aken
프렌치 호른
Johan van Neste
프렌치 호른
Rik Vercruysse
프렌치 호른
Bert Meulendijk
기타
Tom Salisbury
건반
Joris Vanden Hauwe
오보에
Mark Steylaerts
오케스트라 리더
The Galaxy Symphonic Orchestra
오케스트라
Wilfried Van Baelen
오르간
Jeroen De Rijk
타악기
Chris Pfanschmidt
리코더
Carlo Mertens
트롬본
Marc Godfroid
트롬본
Jef Coolen
트럼펫
Johan Coen
트럼펫
Nico Schepers
트럼펫
Diane Senders
보컬
Ingrid Simons
백그라운드 보컬
Jody Pijper
백그라운드 보컬
Mieke Aerts
보컬
Pim Roos
보컬
Ruurd Boes
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Don McLean
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
René Schardt
마스터링 엔지니어
Chris Pfanschmidt
레코딩 엔지니어
가사
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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