Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry Reading by Genqui Numata

(to a descending a staircase)

Translator: Rie

keitaro: eto wa
itsumo
ga
irun desukedomo, mo, e...
guest wo o-mukae
orimasu.
e... geijutsu-ka no desu.
hodo utsutteta utsukushii
kono e mo kare no
sakuhin nan ga
idai naru de ari
de aru
numata san desu.

oss! oss!
desu.
kyô wa no
shi wo sasete
itadakimasu.
five ni
sasagemasu.
kaidan wo hito.

kaidan wo kakeoriru yo
hitai ni ase wo
obiekitte de
no ue wo kage no yô ni
suberu
haru no wa hokori no nioi
kaze ga fukiagete kuru
rhythm wo
rhythm wo
tan tan to wo
ike
naname ni building wo

inu wo
neko wo
kippu uriba made da

itsumo ga oira no mono to wa

rhythm wo
wo tamochi
tamochikirenakunatta
ni shintai to
ashi no motsure atta
soko ni na
ga aru no da
ashi ga karada wo
itte no ka wakaranai
sore shinzô hossa no
yô na teishi ga aru no ka

wa

rhythm wa ni

hayakunatta wa kuchibiru no
furue to shihajimeru
rakka wa
shunkan ni yôi iru no da
ore ra wa
nan nan da?
oira wa
nan da?
kansetu wo
wo haizurimawaru
na no ka?
irotsuke wo yô na
ni
koe na no ka?
kihaku na de
no
sono na no ka?
iku hito kage
koe
no koe
rhythm wo
wo tamotte
ni
ni
shitashiki yo
ashi yo
saa ensoku ni
shizuka na ga
yuku
shizuka ni ga
yuku
jaa

keitaro: well,
as we have
a guest.
a guest
has agreed to come today.
an artist.
the you saw
on the
are his.
please a big
to a poet
and a photographer
and gentlemen, mr genqui numata.

hi, y'all.
my is genqui numata.
i will

a poem.
i this poem
to five.
to a person a staircase.

hey you, who are this staircase
with on your brow
afraid of down you let your gaze
glide the stairs like a shadow.
yes, you.
this underpass in springtime of dust
and a breeze blows by.
keep up your
keep up your
and climb down those
as if your depended on that.
pass by that building
kick the away
the cats too
and go to the ticket counter.

are
beings.
keep up your
keep up your
and when you can't take it
your body
and your legs have their limit
at that
a soft will ensue.
you as if
your legs off your body
or there's a pause
like a attack
but you know what it is.

you
know.
you
up speed
and as you speed up legs
and your trembling start to resonate.
the fall comes at the last
and it easier.
and you ask
who are we?
who am i
al?
your squeak
am i but
a crawling of art?
am i but
a voice sounding
this sky
so blue it looks like been dyed?
am i but
the of
this fall through air?
shadow that away
that dies away
voice the subway
keep up rhythm
up your rhythm
with
with
hey you, legs,
hey you, my distant
go on a stroll
as the silent time by
the silently
itself.
goodbye.