Don McLean - năm: 1971
Vincent (Starry starry night)
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 under- stand. What you tried to say to me. How you suffered for your sanity. How you tried to set them free. They did not listen, They did not know...