Vicent you throw absinthe colors
in the sky of your madness .
The port of Amsterdam
raining hangman\'s ropes ,
beer tastes as rancid tide
and the whores look like charity ladies.
Vincent you soliloquize with wide-eyed fish
and you break your canvas like blasphemy
scaring away magus and little jesus !
Hide this flower of blood from the healthy mind\'s fury !
Vincent ...
I will visit your grave all invaded by the softness of green
passing by,I\'ll say hello to Theo !
And I promise I won\'t pray ...
As if to pretend you\'re yelling at me ,
we\'ll share a rough dutch tobacco
and some horrible country plonk ...
It will make us a good laugh !
A ragged star will cling to the mary blue,
bye Theo faithful bro !
Vincent ,at least your soul soothed
you\'ll go back to sleep ...