Akita, Japan
Born in February 16, 1950
Folk, Folk Rock, Singer-Songwriter

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"God was Crying at the Bottom of the Well" & "Pigment Sky"


English Translation of "Pigment Sky"

when I turn that corner…
I used to think to myself
when the cherries were in bloom
I'd beat hard on my heels

the sky soaring heavenwards above
sucking in our souls
I think to myself one day
I want to scar that cruel blue
at the bottom of a long season
neither spring nor summer
I seem to be wandering naked
a stuffed animal calls out

but through I call out
I no longer have heels to carry me back
and even that corner I once aimed for
Is now shrouded in a boundless fog
the pigment sky blinks
bule, hard and clear
the pigment sky blinks
blue, hard and clear

"Pistol"


English Translation of "Pistol"

There is a pistol on the table
The final breath of overgrown thistle
is surely inside myself
Can't count on the sky, nor a finger
The green, or light, was standing there
I just blindly embraced it
I am still standing
in the wind that reveals absence

Is it loaded or not?
Does the time come or not?
It's nice to be against war,
but isn't that to be against human?
It's always pointed at the face
It's the same here and there
I say “What the hell,”
but can't count on the sky, nor a finger

There is a pistol on the table
There is a pistol on the table
Is it a promised flower?
Is it the weight of betrayal?
There is a pistol on the table
The final breath of overgrown thistle
is surely inside myself
Can't count on the sky, nor a finger