Stary Stary Night是唐麦克林纪念画家文森特·梵高的致敬之作，这首歌所写的就是梵高的一幅充满强烈表现力的最受人爱戴的名画《The Starry Night》（星夜）。此画是1889年住在St.Remy精神病院内所画。这幅名画The Starry Night现放于纽约Museum of Modern Art内，每天开始及完结时，艺术馆都会播放DonMcLean的Vincent这首名曲。在唐·麦克林那轻柔的歌声中你也许已经无法将它联想到圣雷米的德莫索尔精神病院，在几近透明的木吉它和不加修饰的歌声里，你所能想到的也许只有一片点缀着莹莹星光的夜空，而绝对不会回想起在那幅画作问世13个月之后的那一声枪响。是否每当一种宁静纯粹到绝对的程度时，也往往意味着另一种惊天动地的燥动也将随之而来，就如同梵高的悲剧一样。画家的笔触创造出那种让人感动和颤栗的感觉，仿佛画面中的一切都在呼唤着生命似的，一种激情燃烧的生命力扑面而来。似熊熊燃烧的火焰般的树以及由奇特的月亮、星星和神奇的漩涡所构成的天空给人以悲怆而激动的感染，这种感染直直地穿透至人们的心底深处，让人们宛如亲眼目睹到一个美丽新世界。梵高画下《Starry Night》时，绝不会想到，81年后，美国乡村民谣歌手Don McClean看到这幅画，会写出这首《Starry Starry Night》来献给他。不知被他所感动过而又曾抛弃过他的世界能不能由此给他带来些许感动。 STARY STARY NIGHT (VINCENT)  By Don McLean  星夜    Starry, starry night  繁星之夜   Paint your palette blue and gray  星空在你的画板照得灰暗幽兰  Look out on a summer's day  某个夏日  With eyes that know the darkness in my soul  你用洞悉我灵魂深处的双眼  Shadows on the hills  看到山上的阴影  Sketch the trees and the daffodils  画上树和水仙花  Catch the breeze and the winter chills  捕捉微风和冬天的寒意  In colors on the snowy linen land   亚麻色的大地覆盖着积雪  Now I understand  现在我明白了  What you tried to say to me  你想对我说什么  And how you suffered for your sanity  你如何承受天赋的折磨  And how you tried to set them free  你如何试图释放你的才华  They would not listen; they did not know how  他们不听，他们不曾知道  Perhaps they'll listen now  也许现在他们会听    Starry, starry night  繁星之夜  Flaming flowers that brightly blaze  耀眼的花朵闪烁光芒  Swirling clouds in violet haze  流转的云朵散发紫罗兰的朦胧  Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue  在文森特中国蓝的眼睛中闪耀  Colors changing hue  颜色在变  Morning fields of amber grain  清晨琥珀色的田野  Weathered faces lined in pain  痛苦中风化的脸  Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand  在艺术家爱之手下减轻痛苦    Now I understand  现在我明白了  What you tried to say to me  你想对我说什么  And how you suffered for your sanity  你如何承受天赋的折磨 And how you tried to set them free  你如何试图释放你的才华 They would not listen; they did not know how  他们从来不听，他们不曾知道  Perhaps they'll listen now  也许现在他们会听    For they could not love you  因为他们不能爱你  But still, your love was true  但你的爱是真挚的  And when no hope was left inside  当内心再也没有希望  On that starry, starry night  在布满星星的夜晚  You took your life as lovers often do  你像情人们常做的那样结束自己的生命  But I could've told you, Vincent  我本应告诉你，文森特  This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you  这个世界从来就不象你一样美          Starry, starry night  繁星之夜  Portraits hung in empty halls  肖像挂在空荡荡的大厅  Frameless heads on nameless walls  无名的墙上挂着无框的头像  With eyes that watch the world and can't forget  凝视这个世界，难以忘却  Like the strangers that you've met  就像你遇见的陌生人  The ragged men in ragged clothes  褴褛的衣服粗鲁的人  The silver thorn, a bloody rose  血红色玫瑰、银色荆棘  Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow  破碎地躺在无痕的雪地上  Now  I think I know 现在我明白了  What you tried to say to me  你想对我说什么  And how you suffered for your sanity  你如何承受天赋的折磨 And how you tried to set them free  你如何试图释放你的才华 They would not listen; They are not listening still 他们不曾听说　他们仍然听不到 perhaps they never will 也许他们从未听说