Nostalgia della mia cittą. Genova
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodilsCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colours on the snowy linen land. Now I understand what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them freeThey would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now.Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blazeSwirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of chine blueColours changing hue, morning fields of amber grainWeathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and greyLook out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodil'sCatch the breeze and the winter chills, in colours on the snowy linen land.For they could not love you, but still your love was trueAnd when no hope was left in sight, on that starry starry nightYou took your life as lovers often do,But I could have told you, Vincent,This world was never meant for one as beautiful as youStarry, starry night, portraits hung in empty hallsFrameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget.Like the stranger that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothesThe silver thorn of bloody rose, lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know what you tried to say to meHow you suffered for you sanity How you tried to set them freeThey would not listen they're not listening still Pheraphs they never will.
