VICENT是樊高的名字，这首歌是描写他画《繁星之夜》的情景和心情

Don McLean暨1971年发表了经典之作 "America Pie"之後，更以 " Vincent" 一曲斐声国际。这首以吉他伴奏的慢歌原在缅怀十九世纪以自杀结束一生的荷兰画家梵谷。歌词描述着梵谷在画作中想要传递给世人的讯息，这些讯息，显然地并没有为当时之人所理解。 
 这首歌是献给荷兰的后印象派画家文森特.凡高的，Starry Starry Night 即是凡高的一幅画。Don McLean 用原声吉他自始至终伴着他叙事诗似的歌，把人们带入那冬天落雪的风景中，带入凡高浓烈的色彩中，带入对他深切的同情中去，让我们触摸他爱与美的世界。这首歌在1972年英国排行榜上数周居首，不仅因为 Don McLean 的魅力，也因为凡高的魅力。……. 
 
 Lyrics 
 
 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 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 your 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 
 
 Now I understand what you tried to say to me 
 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 
 And 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 have told you, Vincent 
 This world was never meant 
 for one as beautiful as you 
 
 Starry, starry night 
 Portraits hung in empty hall 
 Frameless heads on nameless walls 
 With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget 
 Like the strangers 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 your sanity 
 Then how you tried to set them free 
 They would not listen, they’re not listening still 
 Perhaps, they never will… 
 
 (译文) 
 繁星点点的夜里 
 调色盘上只有蓝与灰 
 在夏日里出外探访 
 –用你那洞悉我灵魂幽暗处的双眼 
 山丘上的阴影 
 描绘出树与水仙花 
 捕捉微风与冬天的冷冽 
 –用那如雪地里亚麻般的色彩 
 
 如今我才明白，你想说的是什麽 
 当你清醒时你有多麽痛苦 
 你努力的想让它们得到解脱 
 但他们却不理会，也不知该如何做 
 也许，今後他们将会明了 
 
 繁星点点的夜里 
 火红的花朵灿烂的燃烧着 
 漩涡似的云飘在紫罗兰色的雾里 
 映照在文生湛蓝的眼瞳里 
 色彩变化万千 
 –清晨的田园里琥珀色的农作物 
 布满风霜的脸罗列着痛苦 
 在艺术家怜爱的手下得到抚慰 
 
 如今我才明白，你想说的是什麽 
 当你清醒时你有多麽痛苦 
 你努力的想让它们得到解脱 
 但他们却不理会，也不知该怎麽做 
 也许，现在他们知道了 
 因为当初他们无法爱你 
 但你的爱依然真实 
 当灿烂的星空里 
 不存一丝希望 
 你像许多恋人一样，结束了自己的生命 
 但愿我能告诉你，文生 
 这个世界根本配不上一个美好如你的人 
 
 
 繁星点点的夜里 
 一幅幅的肖像悬挂在空荡荡的大厅里 
 无镶框的脸倚靠在寂然的墙上 
 配上一双看遍世事且永不遗忘的双眼 
 就像你曾遇见的陌生人 
 –那些衣衫褴褛的人们 
 也像血红的玫瑰上银色的刺 
 断裂并静卧在初下的雪上 
 
 我想我已明白，你想说的是什麽 
 当你清醒时你有多麽痛苦 
 你努力的想让它们得到解脱 
 但他们却不理会，现在依然如此 
 也许，他们永远不会……