Paroles et traduction 王菀之 - 畫意 (Live)

畫意 (Live)

被人嫌怪 被人辭退 被情人騙去
絕望的感情傻到留下耳朵 給情人做裝飾的怪客
誰受過怕感動 還是覺得驚嚇
苦戀之痛全被抹殺

百病貧困 仍然無悔 未曾賣過 仍舊畫畫
只是為了呈現世間光明 來叫開心可散發
無視血色蒼白 忘掉過得蕭煞
色彩鮮暖全是自發

你 聽過梵高吧 值幾多百
他那人格 難剖白 求存人人明白
看 他有權亂去畫
也許口袋 也不致一片空白

畫完無數麥田和向日葵
贏到了後代的收藏研究
無奈有生之年才售得出一個客
無奈那種鉤勒 無奈那種筆法
一幅心血才值二百

萬人做上 萬年難買 藝術傑作
從未獲得當時留意
難道人死商業才計得到他價格
難道妥協一劃 難道放棄風格
跟風一下然後暴發

你 聽過梵高吧 值幾多百
只有人格 難表白 求存人人明白
看 他有權亂去畫
也許口袋 也不致一片空白

賣完又買 賣完又買 憑誰訂價 憑賣藝討生活
誰會淪落似這精神病院關起的過客
難活到了不惑 留下了他風格
很想清醒無奈病發

你 聽過梵高吧 值幾多百
只有人格 難表白 求存人人明白
看 他有權亂去畫
也許口袋 也不致一片空白
看 一個人的命 或者悲慘
他到臨終 仍肯畫 仍然貢獻世間
看 他看長夜星空
哪種燦爛 顯得世間太蒼白

Painting (Live)

People call me weird, I've been fired, my lover cheated on me
My desperate love was so foolish, I even let my lover take my ear as a decoration, what a weirdo
Who's afraid of being touched, or who finds it shocking?
The pain of unrequited love has been completely erased

A hundred illnesses and poverty, I still have no regrets, I've never sold out, I still paint
Just to show the light of the world, to make joy spread
Ignoring the pale blood, forgetting the bleak life
The bright and warm colors are all spontaneous

You've heard of Van Gogh, haven't you? How much is he worth?
His personality is hard to understand, everyone understands the need to survive
Look, he has the right to paint whatever he wants
Maybe his pockets won't be empty

Painted countless wheat fields and sunflowers
Won the collection and research of future generations
But unfortunately, only one was sold during his lifetime
Unfortunately, that kind of sketching, that kind of brushwork
A masterpiece is only worth two hundred

Ten thousand people make it, ten thousand years can't buy it, an artistic masterpiece
Never got any attention at the time
Is it that you can only get a price after people die?
Is it that you have to compromise a stroke, or give up your style?
Just follow the trend and then get rich

You've heard of Van Gogh, haven't you? How much is he worth?
Only his personality is hard to understand, everyone understands the need to survive
Look, he has the right to paint whatever he wants
Maybe his pockets won't be empty

Selling and buying, selling and buying, who sets the price, who makes a living from selling art?
Who would end up like this in a mental hospital?
It's hard to live to be forty and still have his style
I want to be sober, but I can't help but get sick

You've heard of Van Gogh, haven't you? How much is he worth?
Only his personality is hard to understand, everyone understands the need to survive
Look, he has the right to paint whatever he wants
Maybe his pockets won't be empty
Look, a person's life can be tragic
He was still willing to paint until his death, still contributing to the world
Look, he looked at the starry night sky
What kind of brilliance makes the world look so pale?