Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry Reading by Genqui Numata

(to a person a staircase)

Translator: Rie

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

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

kaidan wo hito yo
hitai ni ase wo
obiekitte de
no ue wo kage no yô ni
suberu
haru no chikadô wa no nioi
namanurui ga fukiagete kuru
rhythm wo
wo tamotte
tan tan to wo
ike
naname ni taorekakaru wo

inu wo
wo kettobashi
kippu made hayaashi da

itsumo ashi ga no mono to wa

rhythm wo
wo tamochi
tamochikirenakunatta
soko ni to
ashi no atta toki
ni yawaraka na
ga aru no da
ashi ga karada wo
shimau no ka wakaranai
sore tomo shinzô no
yô na ga aru no ka wakaranai

wa

rhythm wa ni

hayakunatta rhythm wa no
to kyômei shihajimeru
itsumo wa
ni yôi sarete iru no da
ore ra wa
nan nan da?
oira wa
nan da?
kansetu wo
mashi wo
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
rhythm wo
ni
ni
shitashiki yo
ashi yo
saa ensoku ni
na toki ga
sugite
ni toshi ga
akete
jaa

keitaro: well,
as we have
a guest.
a guest
has to come here 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 name is numata.
i will

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

hey you, who are this staircase
sweat on your brow
afraid of going down you let your
glide down the like a shadow.
yes, you.
underpass in springtime smells of dust
and a lukewarm breeze by.
keep up rhythm
keep up rhythm
and climb down those
as if life depended on that.
pass by that building
kick the dogs
kick the too
and go to the ticket counter.

are
beings.
keep up rhythm
keep up rhythm
and when you take it anymore
your body
and your legs have reached limit
at that
a soft fall ensue.
you as if
legs fell off your body
or maybe a pause
a heart attack
but you don't know it is.

you
know.
you
gather up
and as you up your legs
and your lips start to resonate.
the fall at the last moment
and it easier.
and you ask
who are we?
who am i
al?
your joints
am i but
a crawling of art?
am i but
a sounding away
accross sky
so blue it looks it's been dyed?
am i but
the of
this fall thin air?
shadow melts away
voice dies away
voice from the
up your rhythm
keep up rhythm
with
with
hey you, legs,
hey you, my distant
let's go on a
as the silent time by
the city
itself.
goodbye.