Mt Fuji was beginning to be covered with gray clouds.
It will become rain tomorrow.
Twilight, Mount Fuji seen as my dog Pepe on the mountain road usual,
I like the appearance of this Fuji feel such sadness.
I was taken with iPhone.
Song of Yupanqui come hear.
It will become rain tomorrow.
Twilight, Mount Fuji seen as my dog Pepe on the mountain road usual,
I like the appearance of this Fuji feel such sadness.
I was taken with iPhone.
Song of Yupanqui come hear.
Atahualpa Yupanqui of Argentina,
He is known writer, poet, composer, singer, as a guitar player.
This "Guitarra dimelo tu" (Guitar, you tell me) is,
It continued to fight with the absurdity of the world, he was forced to exile
One of the representative works of Yupanqui. Poetry, tightened my chest.
Conflict in the mind of Yupanqui,
It is also a conflict Pashifisuto modern Japan has.
He is known writer, poet, composer, singer, as a guitar player.
This "Guitarra dimelo tu" (Guitar, you tell me) is,
It continued to fight with the absurdity of the world, he was forced to exile
One of the representative works of Yupanqui. Poetry, tightened my chest.
Conflict in the mind of Yupanqui,
It is also a conflict Pashifisuto modern Japan has.
If I ask the world,
the world deceive me,
each believes that does not change,
and changing others.
And spend the early mornings,
looking for a ray of light,
Why the night is so long.
Guitar, you tell me.
It becomes crude lie,
so yesterday was really tender,
and to the fertile soil,
becomes sandy.
And spend the early mornings,
looking for a ray of light,
Why the night is so long.
Guitar, you tell me.
Men are Gods dead,
derrumbao a while longer,
and his dreams were saved,
quedao shade only.
And I ask the world,
and the world deceive me,
each believes that does not change,
and changing others.
And spend the early mornings,
looking for a ray of light,
Why the night is so long.
Guitar, you tell me.
the world deceive me,
each believes that does not change,
and changing others.
And spend the early mornings,
looking for a ray of light,
Why the night is so long.
Guitar, you tell me.
It becomes crude lie,
so yesterday was really tender,
and to the fertile soil,
becomes sandy.
And spend the early mornings,
looking for a ray of light,
Why the night is so long.
Guitar, you tell me.
Men are Gods dead,
derrumbao a while longer,
and his dreams were saved,
quedao shade only.
And I ask the world,
and the world deceive me,
each believes that does not change,
and changing others.
And spend the early mornings,
looking for a ray of light,
Why the night is so long.
Guitar, you tell me.
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